Jeff Hanneman Kerring King Tom Araya) Let me take you down without a sound
Dead before you hit the ground
Sterilizing my pain
Blood washes my hand, can't understand By the hand I keep testing time Washed away with crimson tide
Quench the fire that drives my soul
Peaceful and serene, slowly bleeding
Eyes once bright are now fading
Soothing me as death takes toll
Staring blindly at some distant place
Pallid ashen face against my skin
Washed away by crimson tide
By my hand I keep testing time Straight flesh face adorns your neck Spilling your blood all over my flesh
Quench the fire that drives my soul
Spiritual ecstacy sets me free
Divine godsend enveloping me.
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