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