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Dying on A Loving Hands
mine, once I held the hands. I strengthen, the fight inside. As the sands of existence fall like tears. From the hands of a dying man, and for those who still speak names in vain. I will from Inequality to Equality grant your forgiveness, for the wrong you've done, once you've felt the coldest touch. Theyll eat every fucking word!
Strengthen, my resolve, in honour of those who choose to carry. Death devours never resting, never fed, never repenting, robbed of justice, stripped faith. This is where it all strikes cold. They'll eat every fucking word! Such a cruel fate looms yet he has no fear. Strengthen, my resolve, always in the names of those who carry. Strengthen, beyond what you can see. So now i use this. I will grant your forgiveness, for the wrong youve done, once youve felt the coldest touch. Hands of a dying man, another crow lingers overhead, now that I know the cold touch. So pass your judgement, an cast your stones, but only once you've held the hands, hands of a dying man.