Lyrics

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