My skin and my clothes colored red with the dust,
so full of rage that my brain's about to bust.
I've lived out my life without blemish of sin;
I'm not out for murder, just b***** revenge.
O sun up above, throw down pity on me!
Lay light on my dark path that I, Lord, might see.
Done said it a hundred times, say it again;
I'm not out for murder, just grant me revenge.
When that which you thirst for is redder than blood,
when angels with trumpets unleash Heaven's flood,
ain't nothing you do will keep Satan at bay.
He'll climb on your back and he'll lead you astray.
He whispers the things that you're aching to hear
as he pours bile and venom so deep in your ear.
When your body's a prison and your mind is a cage,
the Devil blows cruelly on the embers of rage.
With no Sword of Righteousness, no Shield of Light,
and the promise of vengeance that's darker than night. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth,
and the blood on your hands bespeaks volumes of truth. The blood in your veins crying loudly for justice.
That old Prince of Lies whispers warmly to trust us. Pray the good Lord will find him and root out his tongue '
fore down the Abyss your poor body is flung.
The glare of the sun helps me gather my thoughts.
I choke on the smell of my soul as it rots.
My thoughts turn to one thing and that thing is murder. I jump on my pale horse to find those who'd hurt her.
O Lord up above, show Your mercy on me!
I've lived a good life now devoted to Thee.
Now turn a blind eye for I need absolution '
cause I'm riding to Hell seeking black retribution.
so full of rage that my brain's about to bust.
I've lived out my life without blemish of sin;
I'm not out for murder, just b***** revenge.
O sun up above, throw down pity on me!
Lay light on my dark path that I, Lord, might see.
Done said it a hundred times, say it again;
I'm not out for murder, just grant me revenge.
When that which you thirst for is redder than blood,
when angels with trumpets unleash Heaven's flood,
ain't nothing you do will keep Satan at bay.
He'll climb on your back and he'll lead you astray.
He whispers the things that you're aching to hear
as he pours bile and venom so deep in your ear.
When your body's a prison and your mind is a cage,
the Devil blows cruelly on the embers of rage.
With no Sword of Righteousness, no Shield of Light,
and the promise of vengeance that's darker than night. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth,
and the blood on your hands bespeaks volumes of truth. The blood in your veins crying loudly for justice.
That old Prince of Lies whispers warmly to trust us. Pray the good Lord will find him and root out his tongue '
fore down the Abyss your poor body is flung.
The glare of the sun helps me gather my thoughts.
I choke on the smell of my soul as it rots.
My thoughts turn to one thing and that thing is murder. I jump on my pale horse to find those who'd hurt her.
O Lord up above, show Your mercy on me!
I've lived a good life now devoted to Thee.
Now turn a blind eye for I need absolution '
cause I'm riding to Hell seeking black retribution.