Paroles de The Puritan's Hand
There is plague at the doorIt begs to be among us
In the ashen dreams of crippled children
There is sickness in the soil
Nothing grows this side of Eden
Nor in the yearning abyss
That is all men's hearts
Nor in the skeletal tug
Of motherhood that curses all with life
There is disease upon the air
It grasps at the throat of virtue
Rosary twist in leather hands
And offer prayer for me
And I have fought the god of men
For my whole life
Yet now we sit at the table together
Breaking bread and drinking blood wine
We spent the small hours
Staring into the void
Between sleep and dreams
That stretch from the womb to the grave
So feel the puritan's dead hand as it throttles all life And so you seek redemption at the puritan's hand
Is the hell you find here not enough for you?
To find your redemption
That is all men's hearts
Nor in the skeletal tug
Of motherhood that curses all with life
There is disease upon the air
It grasps at the throat of virtue
Rosary twist in leather hands
And offer prayer for me
And I have fought the god of men
For my whole life
Yet now we sit at the table together
Breaking bread and drinking blood wine
We spent the small hours
Staring into the void
Between sleep and dreams
That stretch from the womb to the grave
So feel the puritan's dead hand as it throttles all life And so you seek redemption at the puritan's hand
Is the hell you find here not enough for you?
To find your redemption
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