Blood Soaked Ground

I live on blood-soaked ground.

Iíll wait for no false friend.

Youíll not return again.

I live on blood-soaked ground.

I wash my blood-stained hands.

My home is far behind.

Make no mistakes this time.

I wash my blood-stained hands.

Tears leave my blood-filled eyes.

Serve well my own children.

I spill my blood on them.

Tears leave my blood-filled eyes.

AUG2001