Hands Of A Dying Man

This goes on...

Before me lies a wounded soul

A spirit at the end of a lonely road

Such 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 of faith

Accepting this all is what it must take

So pass your judgment

An cast your stones

But only once you've held the hands

Hands of a dying man

I'll 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'll use this to...

Strengthen, the fight inside of me

Strengthen, beyond what you can see

Strengthen, my resolve

In honor 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 name of those who carry on

One day you'll know a touch so cold

And you'll embrace it all alone

And what's inside is what you own

This is where it all strikes home