coming home after the war
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all that's left is a prisoner of two worlds
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the past is red of all the blood I spilled
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the future's black because there is no hope
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nothing is sacred to me
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i want you, father, to fall on your knees
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in the desert far away
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my slaughtered innocence left to decay
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recollections of battles without end
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and the lifes I took with my bare hands
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nothing is sacred to me
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i want you, father, to fall on your knees
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so I walked into that church
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and that's when I killed him
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the blood I spilled just yesterday
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as if that pleasure had never been away
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stabbing the fucking life out ot him
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i learned the trade, I always win
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nothing is sacred to me
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i want you, father, to fall on your knees
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the blood I spilled just yesterday
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as it that pleasure had never been away
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The Blood I Spilled
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| Asphyx |
