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  • This goes on...
    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 ******* 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 cold
  • This goes on...
    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 ******* 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 cold