The Blood I Spilled

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