Coming home

Coming home

I hunt him through his killing spree

Turns out he’s been chasing me

I told him not

I told him not

I told him not to do that

I fear the sins of my past have returned to haunt me

And the cost I cannot afford

Woah

Woah

Comanche

Comanche

Comanche

I can’t see anything

Comanche

I would give anything

Comanche

I told him not

I told him not

I told him not to do that

I told him not

I told him not

I told him not to do that

Home again

Home again

Home again

Home again

One more time around

People incapable of guilt usually have a great fucking time

Woah

Woah

I can’t see anything

Your way

I would give anything

Any day

I can’t see anything

Comanche

I would give anything

Comanche

Long have I feared the sins of my past

Would return to haunt me

And the cost they ask I cannot afford

I command you stop your sеarch he said

Then he shavеd my head

Lord of the plains I am

The devil’s will I tend

I cannot count my dead he said

My reasons for bloodshed

Every dream I have

There is a monster at the end

Why’d you take my eyes from me?

I ask the Comanche

Welcome to my private hell

You won’t need them to see

I cannot count my dead he said

My reasons for bloodshed

Every dream you have

I’ll put a monster at the end

At the end

The end

At the end