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The Hands That Mar

"The Hands That Mar" Lyrics by Desolate Tomb

Abhorrence fills his eyes with hate

Hands disfigure what was forged in grace

Tear down the innocent soul inside

A marred face looks back in despair

A soul of beauty torn apart from the inside

Fear entangles the mind with each culling

I watch as the fists fall down

Gavels of hate torment what’s pure

A wretched form of malicious intent

A soulless man invokes the wrath of Hell

Torn apart; broken down

No longer free from the flames

With each blow he pierces her flesh

The screams of pain echo in the air

A part of me burns with hatred

A righteous fury for the pain you’ve caused

Now as you lie in your grave below

May the Lord have mercy on your soul

Alone at night, stuck in my thoughts because of you

I look inside and see the malice harbored deep within

Letting this hate take any joy that I have left

A dwelling place for Hell to root inside of me

A burning thorn in my flesh; a curse laid on myself

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