Satyricon

Die by My Hand

Satyricon


They ride the winds 
Avoiding resistance 
Choosing not to fight 
Wanting to live 
To lie another day 
Pale figures in life 

And so in death... 
A painful existance 
Wanting so much 
Yearning to be 
You know you lose 
And I know it hurts 

Die by my hand 
As close as you'll ever get 
Die by my hand 
Accept defeat and find peace 

You seek the truth 
That you define 
Waving the flag 
Of the pitiful (kind) 
You could never prepare 
For my battle cry 

Die by my hand 
As close as you'll ever get 
Die by my hand 
Accept defeat and find peace

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