My skin and my clothes colored red from the dust
So full of rage that my brain's 'bout to bust
I've lived out my life without a blemish of sin
I'm not out for murder, just bloody revenge
O sun up above, throw down pity on me
Lay light on the dark path that I, Lord, might see
Done said it a hundered 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 Sheild of Light
And a promise of vengence 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 tounge
'Fore down the abyss your poor body is flung
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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
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 Sheild of Light
And the promise of vengence 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 toungue
'Fore down the abyss your poor body is flung