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