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