Saint Peters
(Hansen / Verta)
Good and silent God are you here?
You, made of emeralds and steel
Tell me how dirty you can be
Sucking my blood like a leech
The race of rangers after me
Shaking my skull, breaking my teeth
Run but i can't my move my feet
Chorus:
Killing zone!
Killing zone!
Killing zone!
Killing zone!
Stacks of bodies and wordless souls
Cruising the fields of green gold
Smelling the daisies, smelling the blood
Dreamed of Vienna and El Salvador
Sent by an angel, you start to undress
Hearing the bells as you lay down on the grass
Then I get the sight of millions of battle flags
(chorus)
Stop ! (x3)
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