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
