Hands Of A Dyingman Lyrics - Hatebreed

This goes on... 

Before me lies a wounded soul 

A sprit 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 youve held the hands of a dying man 

Ill grant your forgiveness 

For the wrong youve done 

Once youve 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 

Theyll eat every fucking word! 

So now ill 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 youll know a touch so cold 

And youll embrace it all alone 

And whats inside is what you own 

This is where it all strikes home