But For Grace Lyrics - The Madness Of The Crowds - Ace Troubleshooter

Fire burns in the grate 

The guilt burns in the breast of every prisoner 

The guilty, the condemned 

Death is red on their hands 

The galling chains reminding every minute 

The law that was broken 

Silent as the grave 

Covering deeds, covering man 

Eyes that pierce and blaze 

Wounded hands, stretching out to save 

Moonlit nights on their knees 

Stifling screams ready to break from conscience 

The voice of the innocent 

So the time marches on 

The future melts into the past 

At last, the bitter reprieve 

Silent as the grave 

Covering deeds, covering man 

Eyes that pierce and blaze 

Wounded hands, stretching out to save 

Silent as the grave 

Covering deeds, covering man 

Eyes that pierce and blaze 

Wounded hands, stretching out to save 

Silent as the grave 

Covering deeds, covering man 

Eyes that pierce and blaze 

Wounded hands, stretching out to save