(Jeff Hanneman/Kerring King/Tom Araya)
Let me take you down without a sound
Dead before you hit the ground
Blood washes my hand, can't understand
Sterilizing my pain
Washed away with crimson tide
By the hand I keep testing time
Quench the fire that drives my soul
Soothing me as death takes toll
Peaceful and serene, slowly bleeding
Eyes once bright are now fading
Pallid ashen face against my skin
Staring blindly at some distant place
Washed away by crimson tide
By my hand I keep testing time
Straight flesh face adorns your neck
Spilling your blood all over my flesh
Quench the fire that drives my soul
