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