Saint Peters کے بول

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)