Many Hands
Lingua Ignota
GENRE Sinner you better get ready
Sinner you better get ready, hallelujah
In unforgiving night God came
Plainly spoke my given name
And unforgiving like a king
Plainly spoke my given name
Upon your pale, pale body I will put many hands
And [?] fingers for every hole you have
But the kingdom and the power and the glory are yours
The cool and quiet darkness that surrounds you is yours
The fires that swallow up the silent mountains are yours
The floods that drown the deserts and the valleys are yours
The Lord spat and held me by my neck
"I would die for you, I would die for you," he wept
The Lord held me by my neck
"I wish things could be different," he wept
In unforgiving night God came
Plainly spoke my given name
Upon your pale, pale body I will put many hands
And [?] fingers for every hole you have
The Lord spat and held me by my neck
"I would die for you, I would die for you," he wept
The Lord held me by my neck
"I wish things could be different," he wept
The Lord spat and held me by my neck
"I would die for you, I would die for you," he wept
The Lord held me by my neck
"I wish things could be different," he wept
The Lord spat and held me by my neck
"I would die for you, I would die for you," he wept
The Lord held me by my neck
"I wish things could be different," he wept
Sinner you better get ready, hallelujah
In unforgiving night God came
Plainly spoke my given name
And unforgiving like a king
Plainly spoke my given name
Upon your pale, pale body I will put many hands
And [?] fingers for every hole you have
But the kingdom and the power and the glory are yours
The cool and quiet darkness that surrounds you is yours
The fires that swallow up the silent mountains are yours
The floods that drown the deserts and the valleys are yours
The Lord spat and held me by my neck
"I would die for you, I would die for you," he wept
The Lord held me by my neck
"I wish things could be different," he wept
In unforgiving night God came
Plainly spoke my given name
Upon your pale, pale body I will put many hands
And [?] fingers for every hole you have
The Lord spat and held me by my neck
"I would die for you, I would die for you," he wept
The Lord held me by my neck
"I wish things could be different," he wept
The Lord spat and held me by my neck
"I would die for you, I would die for you," he wept
The Lord held me by my neck
"I wish things could be different," he wept
The Lord spat and held me by my neck
"I would die for you, I would die for you," he wept
The Lord held me by my neck
"I wish things could be different," he wept
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