I’ve washed my hands in blood of my brothers By god i’m still here While johnny reb’ won’t hold back tomorrow The man knows no fear The skies on fire And the rivers running red So afraid you will So ashamed you won’t There’s a face that you never knew Haunting you… Back to the storm, back to the fields Right to the firing line Don’t take me Back through the smoke, right through the flames Right to the otherside The angels are crying and children are dying While hells fire runs free And god looks on as i shoot down another That’s lost to the breeze Oh lord i can’t kill no more So afraid you will So ashamed you won’t There’s a face that you never knew Haunting you… Back to the storm, back to the fields Right to the firing line Don’t take me Back through the smoke, right through the flames Right to the otherside So now i know that the end is near It’s so clear And i see there’s nothing left to fear Can’t you feel it Back to the storm, back to the fields Right to the firing line Don’t take me Back through the smoke, right through the flames Right to the otherside