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 youve held the hands hands of a dying man i will grant you forgiveness for the wrong that you ve 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 they ll eat every fucking 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 youll 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