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The Otherside
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
