the bent hand
unclean and covered
weaves its malice in the shadows of my heart
weaves its standard onto the palaces of my life
and i cannot shake it free
its wicked tongue cannot be severed from its evil deed
like a leech it has grasped the flesh
and will not relent

we stop in a sliver of the remains of sunlight
after riding all night
and i cannot bear to look into her eyes
cannot bear the pity i see there
she knows into what darkness i now venture

winter is soon so it feels to my soul
i feel its unnatural grasp tightening on my world
i feel its bent hand
unclean and covered
i would not have this my heart be stone
i would not have this world
her world be cold

i had thought long ago
to leave behind all thought
of drawing sword  
to leave behind all thought
of having to constantly have this burning *****
in my belly
this beast of blood and suffering

i cannot have peace after such as this
faith cannot endure another day of this
hope cannot shine thru such darkness
what will i do
i feel so lost
tell me there is another way
to be free of the bent hand
and its diseased stories
its filth and lies