Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Puritan's Hand, artist - Primordial. Album song Redemption at the Puritans Hand, in the genre Фолк-метал
Date of issue: 25.04.2011
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
The Puritan's Hand |
There is plague at the door |
It 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 things to 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 smallest 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 |
So clasp your hands and bend your broken knees |
For no one else will, and your confessions |
Of worthless guilt, are not your saving grace |
And so you seek redemption at the puritan’s hand |
Is the hell you find here not enough for you? |
To find your redemption |