Searching for hope
His path of light
Consumed by his fear
Can you see, can you see?
To walk down this path
When the past looks so cold
What will you see, without being told?
Death of the gods
The rise of man
The disciples prayer, your unanswered prayer
To walk down this path
When the past looks so cold
What will you see, without being told?
Our guide through darkness the disciples hand
Through pleasure and pain
A silent prayer to your gods untold
The pleasure of hell! Your pleasure in hell!
The serpents hold onto your soul
Gripped with terror and pain
No longer living to serve your shade
As the mystics power fades
To walk down this path
When the past looks so cold
What will you see, without being told?
To walk down this path
When the past looks so cold
What will you see, without being told?
Sam Russell - The Disciple's Hand Lyrics
Sam Russell - The Disciple's Hand Lyrics
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Searching for hope
His path of light
Consumed by his fear
Can you see, can you see?
To walk down this path
When the past looks so cold
What will you see, without being told?
Death of the gods
The rise of man
The disciples prayer, your unanswered prayer
To walk down this path
When the past looks so cold
What will you see, without being told?
Our guide through darkness the disciples hand
Through pleasure and pain
A silent prayer to your gods untold
The pleasure of hell! Your pleasure in hell!
The serpents hold onto your soul
Gripped with terror and pain
No longer living to serve your shade
As the mystics power fades
To walk down this path
When the past looks so cold
What will you see, without being told?
To walk down this path
When the past looks so cold
What will you see, without being told?
His path of light
Consumed by his fear
Can you see, can you see?
To walk down this path
When the past looks so cold
What will you see, without being told?
Death of the gods
The rise of man
The disciples prayer, your unanswered prayer
To walk down this path
When the past looks so cold
What will you see, without being told?
Our guide through darkness the disciples hand
Through pleasure and pain
A silent prayer to your gods untold
The pleasure of hell! Your pleasure in hell!
The serpents hold onto your soul
Gripped with terror and pain
No longer living to serve your shade
As the mystics power fades
To walk down this path
When the past looks so cold
What will you see, without being told?
To walk down this path
When the past looks so cold
What will you see, without being told?
Writer: Samuel Russell
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