Hand of Glory

Unbelievers
 That's not the wind in the frame
 Damned deceivers
 You hear me knocking
 Hand of Glory
 Pointing the finger at you
 Godawful stories
 Will all come true
 In this iron cage
 The weather taunts me
 Bleaches my bones
 Eternal rage, it still blows through me
 My heart a ruined and empty stone
 And here I'll stay, come rain and snow and shine
 Locked out of life, locked out of time
 Before my spirit crumbles into dust
 I'll make amends for things unjust
 My post upon this hill
 Shall be a beacon
 For all things ill
 The day we're joined in torment and unrest
 That day I swear by God, shall be the best
 And though the coaches seem to roll no more
 Their wheels still spark, their horses roar
 Before my pistol hammer turns to rust
 I'll make amends for things unjust
 You took the best from me
 You took the breath from me
 This hellish symphony
 Shall guide you well
 You stole the life from me
 The trial the tragedy
 This hell's cacophony
 Shall guide you well
 You stole the life from me...