If my wrath broke up tombs
And swept away thresholds
Pushing broken old values
Into dark pits
If my hate would blow
Rotten words to dust
Like a cleansing wind
Through moulding graves

Then I could rejoice
Where gods lay entombed
Covered with the sands of time
Beside the keepers of a dying faith

Silent are the watchers

Even I would love the church
If the sun watchers down
Through cracked domes
On the worms below

Silent are the watchers
Gargoyles of a glorious past
Perc he'd upon their thrones
In cold shadow cast
Across infinite reaches
Unto new morals
Away from this filthy domain

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"Silent Are the Watchers" as written by Matti Johani Karki David Sven Blomqvist

Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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    General CommentOh yes. Cannibal Corpse fans, this is how it's really done. I love Dismember, the drums just pound your skull until your nose bleeds and you die on the floor.
    quiffpornon May 04, 2004   Link
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    General CommentDismember OWNS Cannibal Corpse--hands down. To say otherwise is blasphemy.
    Kaiston April 13, 2006   Link
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    General CommentCome on quiffporn, i'll be the first to admit cannibal corpse are mediocre at best, but they're not nearly as bad as you make them out to be. That being said though, they can't hold a candle to REAL death metal bands like Dismember
    Oriaxon August 24, 2006   Link
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    General Commentyes, cannibal corpse is one of the worst dm bands. i dont see why so many people like them. they are the mainstream of death metal and remember: mainstream sucks. Dismember doesn t just own CC, they take corpse and throw it onto the ground and eats its skull then feasts on its brains.
    KNrockinon May 24, 2008   Link

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