Trivium - Throes Of Perdition - табы GTP и PTB

Blind-folded and gagged, stood waiting 
With the whole world my firing squad 
At the edge of the world I'm faced out 
Staring the sun right in the eye 

Vultures circle above, 
Hyenas mocking the kill, 
Excrement drooling down their chins 
Atop the cliffs I look down, 
Into the starving hell-mouth 
The rabid foam crashes hard on its teeth 

Their mouth's salivate 
Fantasizing my gruesome ending, 
This world looks down upon 
A man who can stand on his own two feet 

As they're feeding their guns: "ready, aim" 
They say I'll live, if I die for their cause 
Living under the rule 
Of fellow Cro-Magnon fool 
They fear who leads and will kill to stay still 

Their mouth's salivate 
Fantasizing my gruesome ending, 
This world looks down upon 
A man who can stand on his own two feet 

Without eating from their claws 

Life feels like Hell should 
This Hell's so cold 
Pull another knife out, 
Stick it with rest of them 
When my back is full, 
Turn me around to face it 

Such melancholy, burning the stars from skies 
As we melt, drowning inside 
Their bloodied eyes 
Hope is ravaged, running from lacerations 
Sob so heavily, we choke, then we die 

Die 

Life feels like Hell should 
This Hell's so cold 
Pull another knife out, 
Stick it with rest of them 
When my back is full 
Turn me around to face it 

Sob so heavily, we choke, 
Then we die