Blood on Your Hands - Primal Fear

What in heaven's name has made you

Spit on human life

Your promised razor blade

Has turned into a blunt bread knife

You miss the terrorists

While you start killing innocent

You leave a trace of blood

And shame across the land

You're on your way

And you burn the crossed bridges

From what you have started

There is no return

Once been protector

Now you've turned to a slaughterer

How can you sleep

With the blood on your hands

In this ironic story

Are things that i can't see

What do i have to fear

The friend of the enemy

I will always condemn this

Even with my final breath

God save us from the stupid leaders

Who lead a million souls to death

You're on your way

And you burn the crossed bridges

From what you have started

There is no return

Once been protector

Now you've turned to a slaughterer

How can you sleep

With the blood on your hands

You're on your way

And you burn the crossed bridges

From what you have started

There is no return

Once been protector

Now you've turned to a slaughterer

How can you sleep

With the blood on your hands

You're on your way

And you burn the crossed bridges

From what you have started

There is no return

Once been protector

Now you've turned to a slaughterer

How can you sleep

With the blood on your hands