| Song | Hands Of A Dying Man |
| Artist | Hatebreed |
| Album | Hatebreed |
| 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 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, hands of a dying man | |
| I will 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 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 names of those who carry on | |
| One day you’ll know a touch so cold | |
| And you’ll embrace it all alone | |
| And what inside it what you would | |
| This is where it all strikes cold |
| 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 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, hands of a dying man | |
| I will 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 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 names of those who carry on | |
| One day you' ll know a touch so cold | |
| And you' ll embrace it all alone | |
| And what inside it what you would | |
| This is where it all strikes cold |