Hands Of A Dying Man歌词

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 of faith
Accepting this all is what it must take
So pass your judgement
And cast your stones
But only once you’ve held the hands, hands of a dying man
I will grant you forgiveness
For the wrong that 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 ****ing 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 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 it what you would
This is where it all strikes cold
编辑于2023/05/11更新