R.I.P Mitch Lucker (vocalis) @Suicide Silence, meninggal akibat kecelakaan sepeda motor di Hutington Beach, California. Vokalis yang memiliki banyak tatto di sekujur tubuh ini meninggal pada pukul 6.17 waktu setempat di UCI Medical Center, Orange County. Selama berkari'in Mitch dann para personil Suicide Silence banyak memberikan kontribusi dan memberikan warna bagi pecandu musik genre metal. Band yang pernah menggelar konser di Jakarta pada tahun 2011 lalu ini pernah mendapat penghargaan Revolver Gold Gods Awards sebagai band paling inovatif dan band terbaik. Personel Suicide Silence lainnya mengaku merasa berat dengan kepergian Mitch. Mereka pun menyampaikan ucapan belasungkawa untuk keluarga dan kerabat yang ditinggalkan di aku pribadinya. Sangat disayangkan memang, Mitch pergi di saat karir band Suicide Silence memuncak. Namun takdir berkata lain, Selamat jalan Mitch Lucker, beristirahat lah dengan tenang.. karya-karyamu bersama Suicide Silence akan terus kami kenang!! \m/

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Lyric Lamb of God_Ghost Walking Do you remember when word was one, a fading promise in the light of the Dawn. Bury December under a falling sky, the end of days are the reason to die. Obliteration never looked so devine. Holding your breath for the moment in time You lived through hell, now you're trying to die The skin is healed but your bleeding inside. Shots fired just to numb the pain There's no one left to save. I'm Blind on the Shining Path. Ghost walking in the Aftermath. Hypnotised 60 cycle hum The Broken Cadence of a Distant Drum. 21 to 1 I'm liking the odds, A Blood Junkie with a Lightning Rod, A Dirty Rig and a heavenly Nod, And soon you Wind Up Nowhere. Obliteration never looked so Divine Holding your breath for the moment in time You lived through hell, now your trying to die The skin is healed but your bleeding inside. Shots fired just to numb the pain There's no one left to save. There's no one left to save. There's no one left to save. You chase the dragon but it follows you home You lost the demon trace and broke their home Desolation Never Looked so Divine. Promise Yourself for the very last time You lived through hell, now your trying to die The skin is healed but your bleeding inside. Shots fired just to just to numb the pain There's no one left to save. There's no one left to save. Ohhh There's no one left. A Fever Dream There's no one left to save. Shots fired just to end the pain. There's no one left to save.

Lyric Lab of God_Beating On Death's Door She's a slack one, born of greed Speaking endless words, long and empty A beggar who still wants to choose A dethroned queen still demands her due If you want something for nothing You take what you get A virgin *** in a dirty wedding dress Scream for salvation, beating on death's door But just be careful what you wish for There's a blood stain on the ceiling But you're the only duck in the shooting gallery Trying to look out a bricked-in window Your destiny lies in the alley below Trying to see yourself in a shattered mirror When all else fails, she holds you with broken arms There's poison in her veins but the *** comes for free A quick fix for all that you think that you need Scream for salvation, beating on death's door But just be careful what you wish for The 'Patron Saint Of Fools' answers all your requests She's all yours now, so deal with it She's all yours now, she's all yours, all yours All yours now, she's all yours, all yours All yours now, she's all yours, all yours [| From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/l/lamb-of-god-lyrics/beating-on-deaths-door-lyrics.html |] All yours now, she's all yours, all yours She's all yours now, she's all yours You whore, deal with it All yours now, she's all yours, all yours All yours now, she's all yours, all yours She's all yours now, she's all yours Deal with it There's no shoulder left to cry wolf on You're tied in knots that can't be undone No more warnings will fall on deaf ears You lied too many times, now no one cares No one cares, no one cares, liar No one cares, no one cares An empty promise with a heart of tin Her crooked smile beguiles and it draws you within The hope for something more, all that you wish for A kick to the head and a boot to the door Chasing a dragon in a lady's clothes A paper trail ends in choking smoke But you know you lit the match yourself Play the burning cards that you dealt Scream for salvation, beating on death's door But just be careful what you wish for The 'Patron Saint Of Fools' answers all your requests She's all yours now, so deal with it She's all yours now, so deal with it She's all yours now, so deal with it Broken, broken Broken, broken Broken, broken

Lamb of god - Now you've got something to die for

Now you've got something to die for Now you've got something to die for Infidel, Imperial Lust for blood, a blind crusade Apocalyptic, we count the days Bombs to set the people free, blood to feed the dollar tree Flags for coffins on the screen, oil for the machine Army of liberation, gunpoint indoctrination The fires of sedition Fulfill the prophecy

Now you've got something to die for Now you've got something to die for Send the children to the fire, sons and daughters stack the pyre Stoke the flame of the empire, live to lie another day Face of hypocrisy, raping democracy Apocalyptic, we count the days We'll never get out of this hole, until we've dug our own grave And drag the rest down with us, the burning home of the brave Burn Now you've got something to die for Now you've got something to die for

» ***UPDATE*** Bidding Ends FEB 7/09 To Win Lamb of God Randy Blythe’s 49th Grammy Medallion ABORT Magazine™ - Canadian Counter-Culture

» ***UPDATE*** Bidding Ends FEB 7/09 To Win Lamb of God Randy Blythe’s 49th Grammy Medallion ABORT Magazine™ - Canadian Counter-Culture