Hand of Glory Songtext
von Ghostfire

Unbelievers
That′s not the wind in the frame
Damned deceivers
You hear me knocking
Hand of Glory
Pointing the finger at you
Godawful stories
Will all come true

In this iron cage
The weather taunts me
Bleaches my bones
Eternal rage, it still blows through me
My heart a ruined and empty stone
And here I'll stay, come rain and snow and shine
Locked out of life, locked out of time
Before my spirit crumbles into dust
I′ll make amends for things unjust


My post upon this hill
Shall be a beacon
For all things ill
The day we're joined in torment and unrest
That day I swear by God, shall be the best
And though the coaches seem to roll no more
Their wheels still spark, their horses roar
Before my pistol hammer turns to rust
I'll make amends for things unjust

You took the best from me
You took the breath from me
This hellish symphony
Shall guide you well
You stole the life from me
The trial the tragedy
This hell′s cacophony
Shall guide you well

You stole the life from me...