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 you’ve held the hands of a dying man      Ill 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 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 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