Hands are all awash in blood
Carnage from the scriptures Break the neck of the white dove Run down by the tracks above
Your peace kills by death
The prayer calls to violence
Will open wounds of disbelief
In crucifixion crashing down
Your peace kills by death
The prayer calls to violence
Mouths are spitting venom Shocked senseless by the grief As your terror cry abominates
Gasoline the olive branch Start digging up more body pits
Your peace kills by death
The prayer calls to violence
Rob Halford Handing Out Bullets