with the wind - From the hand of fate Run with the wind - But the hand of fate will catch you Run with the wind - From the hand of fate Hand of fate
Tradução: Pecador. Hand of Fate.
Sadness is my lonley fate Here I stand Take my hand Let us flee To be free I'm a liar I'm a sinner I feel pain Running through my veins I'm a liar
s my legacy My gift and my curse... Hold your head up high They'll kill to see you fall Evil lurks in the shadows Just waiting to prevail Every sinner
sinned one too many times He said "My son, you're only a man" Then I said, "Sir, you don't understand" I've felt the hand of the Devil, felt his breath
of fate Take your luck right in your hand And be the master of your destiny It all lies in your hand Visions of fate A dream is true and real As long
Stole many a man's soul and fate I was 'round when Jesus Christ Had his moments of doubt and pain Made damn sure that Pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Stole many a man's soul and faith I was around when Jesus Christ Had his moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that Pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate
the law For sinners and saints The dead man's hand holds Aces & eights We're bound by wire, blood and fate Hanging on to nothing Love was the law, sinners
will be the death of me A snap hand comeback and I've got nothing to lose. A snap hand comeback and I've got nothing to lose. A snap hand comeback and
to let die To reap the harvest of one's work, now it's time to crucify Crawling under lines of blama, in their hands they've got your fate Now we've
s the eyes that make the soul worth living The verdict was laid with no control, if you believe Saints and sinners, who is different? Saints and sinners
plex S.E.H T-X Who going to hate me next I got the means to make the most of every move you make You need to choose your fate Don't be no fool and wait
Stole many a man's soul and fate I was around when Jesus Christ Had His moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that Pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate
You walk into a room. Confusion plays a solemn tune. The Poet steals a thought. His hands are red, the sinner caught. Cyclical and round. The hollow
will change I rule the ruins With passion and pain I rule the ruins Sinner or saint Fortune or fate There's a tattooed symbol underneath my sleeve Iron glove over a hand
sinners, liars, cheats, for their souls he's come Conceive, lured, realize, deceived A dark tale spoken from past told word One who disconcerns himself towards fate
