Paroles de Tainted Hand

Tainted Hand Knee deep in blood I find myself the victor of blood thirsty wars Forever more tainted shall be my hand that slayed without remorse So here I am towering above the cultures scattered at my feet And I smell nothing but the smoke of fires lit up by my torch Have I done this for some lost cause were wounds inflicted by mistake? In my relentless path to win I have brought ruin unto my prize Worse yet my hand cannot be stopped, the cultures scattered at my feet Erasing histories, my sight of life enforced on all