Jeff Hanneman/Kerring King/Tom Araya)



Let me take you down without a sound

Dead before you hit the ground

Blood washes my hand, can't understand

Sterilizing my pain



Washed away with crimson tide

By the hand I keep testing time

Quench the fire that drives my soul

Soothing me as death takes toll



Peaceful and serene, slowly bleeding

Eyes once bright are now fading

Pallid ashen face against my skin

Staring blindly at some distant place



Washed away by crimson tide

By my hand I keep testing time

Straight flesh face adorns your neck

Spilling your blood all over my flesh



Quench the fire that drives my soul

Soothing me as death takes toll

Divine godsend enveloping me

Spiritual ecstacy sets me free

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