Living the life without any values.
Words empty with meanings
Safe home destroyed
Places where the things aren’t black and white anymore
Protected by fraud you feel secure.
The hills are red
And nobody cares.
Red Hills are shining in blood.
Who cares?
My hands are made for war
Fingers and teeth for battle
Bright eyes of the demons
In the dark, in the dark
Turned into evil you once tried to fight
Expecting war that man created, against the others
Build on bruises
Ledges to the sky
Behind the enemy lines I lie
Forced to fight against these crimes
Wash your hands in blood of the wicked
Bright eyes of the demons
In the dark
I will cast war in hearts of those who disbelieve
I remain on the warpath to my own paradise
Forced to live in eternal torment
Cast the first stone, cast the first stone
Bright eyes of the demons
In the dark
Wash your hands in blood of the wicked
You’ve got the courage and you’ve got the strength
You’ve got the courage and you’ve got the strength
Overcome all the evil from the man
Standing as a shadow behind in the back
Red Hills, dead bodies everywhere
Nobody hear the cries of the innocent
Stab me in my throat and ask again
Why I bleed
Why I bleed
Why I bleed.
Bright eyes of the demons
In the dark
Wash your hands in blood of the wicked