Comanche
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