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 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 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 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 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 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 cold |