Lamb of God - Torches

The soul of the nation slowly withers
(In the howl of the empty wind)
As the spring lays crushed beneath the hammer
(The invisible flame)
My vision sears the crowded square
(As the mouth of injustice grins)
This routed place
(Fire runs through my veins)
I choose to expire

(As the steel in my nerve sets in)
You're all on the brink of compromise
(I carry the cries)
Mass concessions in defeated eyes
(In my end a new world begins)
A terrible kindness to break the thrall
(It's not me who dies)
I strike the match
And let it fall

Oppression, injustice, self-immolation
I am the inferno, I am legion
Oppression, injustice, self-immolation
I am the inferno, I am legion
I am... The inferno, I am... Legion

Some run screaming
Some sit silently
An agonizing gift of charred humanity

My footsteps, they will echo through eternity
A seismic scorching outcry of indignity
I write my blackened name, carved into the wind
I fill your hearts with rage, I leave you ash and legend

(Fire runs through my veins)
A terrible kindness to break the thrall
I strike the match
Fire runs through my veins

Oppression, injustice, self-immolation
I am the inferno, I am legion
Oppression, injustice, self-immolation
I am the inferno, I am legion