night of long knives
Singer:machine head
and these bloodstains on our hands
and these bloodstains on our hands
on the night of long knives
his words were used to propel the minds of the weak
he sprawled them balls deep within the desert
his followers into the belly of the beast
buried with knowledge past the point of no return
the pride of the work he'd done
the family all the dreams they could
the prophecy of charles manson and what had been done in the hills
they bring the night of long knives
and these bloodstains on our hands
on the night of long knives
the hills were echoing with their laughter
happily ever after was a faded memory
rosemary and the baby of polanski
now screaming for their lives
praying and pleading for lives of babies unborn
the spawn of hell they just begin
the horror of the splitting skin
noose tied around their necks
to beat their dying breaths
they bring the night of long knives
they bring the night of long knives
buried with knowledge past the point of no return
the pride of the work he'd done
the family all the dreams they could
the prophecy of charles manson and what had been done in the hills
they bring the night of long knives
they bring the night of long knives
they bring the night of long knives
and these bloodstains on our hands
and these bloodstains on our hands
on the night of long knives
on the night of long knives