I saw the blood on my hands
As I went into the slaughtered lamb
Then I've seen what id done
I warn you now, you better run
The killing fields are my home
Out on these moors, is where I roam
The conscious failing again
I can't promise no harm
But terror I can
Terror I can
One by one my victims come
To torment me with what I've done
Then soon in my heart I see
This monster, is my destiny
The killing fields are my home
Out on these moors, is where I roam
The conscious failing me again
I can't promise no harm
But terror I can
Terror I can