Before me lies a wounded soul A spirit at the end of a lonely road Such a cruel fate looms yet he has no fear As the sands of existence fall like tears
All joy had perished All contempt was mine Once I held the hands Hands of a dying man
Another crow lingers overhead Now that I know the cold touch From the hands of a dying man
Death devours never resting Never fed, never repenting Robbed of justice, stripped faith Accepting this all it what it must take
So pass your judgement An cast your stones But only once you've held the hands, hands of a dying man
I will grant your forgiveness For the wrong you've done Once you've felt the coldest touch From the hands of a dying man
And for those who still speak names in vain My only justice lies in knowing They'll eat every fucking word!
So now i use this to... Strengthen, the fight inside of me Strengthen, beyond what you can see Strengthen, my resolve In honour of those who choose to carry on I strengthen, the fight inside of me Strengthen, beyond what you can see Strengthen, my resolve Always in the names of those who carry on
One day you'll know a touch so cold And you'll embrace it all alone And what inside it what you would This is where it all strikes coldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
