Behind The Crooked Cross
Time melts away in the living inferno,
Trapped by a cause that I once understood.
Feeling a sickness building inside of me.
Who will I really have to answer to.
March on through the rivers of red.
Souls drift, they fill the air.
Forced to fight, behind,
The croocked cross.
Do only what is expected of me,
With no emotions my feelings suppresed.
Blind obedience carries me through all.
Conscience a word I learned to forget.
March of through the rivers of red.
Flesh burns, it fills the air.
Forced to fight, behind,
The croocked cross.
Leads: Hanneman, King, Hanneman
Time melts away from the living inferno,
Trapped by a cause that I once understood.
Blind obedience carries me through all,
Do only what is expected of me.
March on through the rivers of red.
Souls drift, they fill the air.
Forced to fight, behind,
The croocked cross
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