Hand of Glory

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...