God Hand Lyrics

Birthed from the marrow,

Of your desperation,

Preordained by causality,

I, sacrifice.

Behold the plague of I.

A slave to his vision, he yearns for glory,

Rejected by allies, he gives in to lust.

He goes to the princess, ever under his spell,

The unlawful passion condemns him to hell.

Chained – locked away in the darkness,

Torn – his body deformed by the torture,

Crushed – by the shackles of his failures,

Lost – his dreams of glory are shattered.

Chained – locked away in the darkness,

Torn – his body deformed by the torture,

Crushed – by the shackles of his failures,

Lost – his dreams of glory are shattered.

Days pass in torment, agony, and pain,

Saved from his torture, one dark year too late.

Alone in the moonlight, he sees what it takes,

The last chance of glory, The God Hand awaits.

Tears – the behelit summons to the alter,

Death – his men are branded for the slaughter, Screams – the hordes of Hell all surround them, Blood – hatches the egg of the king.

Tears – the behelit summons to the alter,

Death – his men are branded for the slaughter, Screams – the hordes of Hell all surround them, Blood – hatches the egg of the king.

Behold the plague of I.

Demons crawl forth through the haze,

Like sycophants they rip through remains.

Hear cries of the sacrificed,

Their souls are offered to the God Hands light.

Marked for death, the apostles call,

They die in terror as they watch their saviour fall.

Watch their saviour fall.