Strength has left these crippled hands
From soldier to ailing man
This appears to be my fate
To my sickness I am enslaved
But I know that
You can save me
You can save me
You can set me free
If there is one thing that will bring rest
Or even cure these very ailments
The knowledge that there has been justice
That he took before me, his final breath
Strength has left these crippled hands
From soldier to ailing man
This appears to be my fate
To my sickness I am enslaved
But I know that
You can save me
You can save me
You can set me free
A Tyrant’s
Forgiveness
Is Futile
Meaningless
A Tyrant’s
Forgiveness
Is Futile
Meaningless
If there is one thing that will bring rest
Or even cure these very ailments
The knowledge that there has been justice
That he took before me, his final breath
Strength has left these crippled hands
From soldier to ailing man
This appears to be my fate
To my sickness I am enslaved
But I know that
You can save me
You can save me
You can set me free
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