Lamb of God - Nightmare Seeker (The Little Red House)

As I walk through the sodden killing fields
A million souls interred beneath my heals
The darkest sights… no, they can't be unseen
Burn the eyes, crush the heart, and scar the psyche
This black reward
This crimson burden
I am the morbid witness
A scholar of aberrance
The one who never forgets
I can never forget.
Exhume the graves and grind the bones to dust
Salt the earth and satisfy the lust
The archeology of genocide
Reconstructed, cataloged, and canonized
This grim vocation
These fearsome wages
I am the nightmare seeker
A student of violent teachers
The one who never forgets
I can never forget
The ghost of zyklon hangs in the air… extermination
Can you smell the sarin on the wind?
War is coming to take us again
This black reward
This crimson burden
I am the morbid witness
A scholar of aberrance
The one who never forgets
I can never forget
War is coming to take us again