The Greater Hands Of Lesser Sons letra

With the devil at my back
Giving lies in the form of dreams. Unfinished
With a heart unfinished, a body undone
Never hearing a voice or the sound of moving steps
Living life like a sickness
I let the cancer increase
This is how the venom works
'You are so broken' that's what you said to me
This is restless sleep
These are prophets' dreams
So when I wake what will I see
The image of a madman before me or some holy presence?
Make us calm: Amongst us: a remnant of what was
I hear the fall in the sound of walking away
With the devil at my back giving lies in the form of dreams
This is the recollection of what I used to be
But as it stands this is who I am
All my wanderings to no avail, risen now, not called to mourn
The sight arrested, suspended in my mind, the image of a madman before me
Where there is nothing spirit now create!

Letter To The Exiles - Letras

• A World Of Wicked Men
• Conversations With Fallen Saints
• Epilogue
• Eulogy
• From Shadows To Substance
• It's Never Safe to Dream
• Make Amends
• Martyrdom
• Oh, Holy Dread!
• Open Graves
• Retribution
• The Greater Hands Of Lesser Sons
• The Violence Of Our Kind
• There Will Be Blood
• There Will Be Blood
• They Made Me The War Machine
• Thieves
• This Is The Day, The Mourning
• Threnody
• To The One Who Keeps Us From Failing
• To The One Who Keeps Us From Falling
• To the One who keeps us from falling II
• Transcendence
• Vacant Ship
• Vacant Ship
• You're Not Going To Seduce Anyone