Hands of a Dying Man 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 of faith
Accepting this all is what it must take

So pass your judgement
And cast your stones
But only once you’ve held the hands, hands of a dying man

I will grant you forgiveness
For the wrong that you've done
Once you’ve felt the coldest touch
From the hands of a dying man