Protest The Hero - Bloodmeat

Enemies of the khanate strung on hooks like pigs to slaughter
Heads will roll,
throats will be slit and blood will flow like springs of water
to the river red, across the ochre steppe.
A thousand fathers killed, a thousand virgin daughters spread
with swords still wet with swords still wet,
with the blood of their dead.

Nurjan is upon us, he kills in silence after prayers
Ghengis Khan is upon us and he slays his betrayers
Ghengis Khan is upon us and he slays his betrayers

Thus now the fools of god
will guard the city of our birth,
hold an ear to the ground,
hear the sound of clamoring and horses stammering
as their gallop meets the earth

A thousand fathers killed, a thousand virgin daughters spread
with swords still wet with swords still wet,
with the blood of their dead.
A thousand fathers killed, a thousand virgin daughters spread
with swords still wet with swords still wet,
with the blood of their dead.

Tomorrow,
(Tomorrow they will find us) hide the children free of sin
(We will meet their blades by morning) protected only by your skin
Tomorrow we will find them, (seek the youngest of their kin)
and we will meet them with our fury
We will crush them all like... vermin!
We will crush them all like... vermin!

Protest the Hero - Heretics and Killers

They call me the man with the blood of Christ, honestly,
but tonight I drink with heathens and the finest of our blastphamies
in wine there's truth but in silence there's surrender
a screaming for the silence in stunned suspicious terror

built a temple in my life and used God to seal the pillars
after twenty years of fighting young heritics and killers
I watched my temple fall to pieces (at the first sign of oncoming weather)
I fell to my knees just like jesus in the cave
I knew i would die by my lips could only say:

"I am not your son so why have you forsaken me?"

There's a hole in my heart but it just makes me unholy.

Crucified that night and walked away with alter-ego
Like the prison priest who preaches his dead and buried gospel,
while my faith's in ruins my duty breathes strong.
I'm a parrot in a cage saying prayers to belong

To a textbook of my crying, lying, dying history;
a time so full of life that I was anything but me.

Protest The Hero - Blindfolds Aside

We woke up as men, but tonight we'll sleep as killers,
As we break the cryptic morning with a bullet and a prayer.
The steel never seemed so cold and agile
And the life never seemed less vital and fragile.

With a heart that's beating louder than my own,
I watch a girl they call Kezia.
I watch a woman that I know,
My hope and my own future blindfolded to atone (to atone)
A sin I didn't care for, but a sin that paid my debts.
A sin that fed my children; burned my smiles and cigarettes.

And no one ever said that hope would be so beautiful.
And no one ever said I'd have to pull the trigger on her.

I can't even still her trembling hands
That were locked up by the dutiful and the obligated.

Five soldiers, forever sedated
With the "No one's responsible" psychological drama
Of our social justice dribble (Dribble...)

Her tiny steps... (To resurrect...)
Tell lies about... (A static lifestyle...)
The choice... (To starve...)
I have... (To death...)
To make... (My own mistakes.)

So pull the screaming trigger, and watch your carcass bleed me dry,
Or drop the gun, and try to shake away the blindfold from your eyes.

Drop the gun! (Pull the!)
Drop the gun! (Screaming!)
Drop the gun! (Trigger!)
Drop the gun!