Hands of Rot Lyrics

by Bleak Valley
Album: Bleak Valley 
A cut through the skin

the avarice of sin

a testament to tragedy and woe

Now I realize through my demise

what I have wrought, with these hands of rot

From within, without

all my lies devout

to form and damned, and glorious whole

Now I realize through my demise

what I have wrought, with these hands of rot