Coming home after the war
all that's left is a prisoner of two worlds
the past is red of all the blood i spilled
the future's black because there is no hope
Nothing is sacred to me
i want you, father, to fall on your knees
In the desert far away
my slaughtered innocence left to decay
recollections of battles without end
and the lifes i took with my bare hands
Nothing is sacred to me
i want you, father, to fall on your knees
So i walked into that church
and that's when i killed him
the blood i spilled just yesterday
as if that pleasure had never been away
stabbing the fucking life out ot him
i learned the trade, i always win
Nothing is sacred to me
i want you, father, to fall on your knees
The blood i spilled just yesterday
as it that pleasure had never been away