Time Of Dying Lyrics - Ian Moore

Bloody hand know your way 

Lay him down, his death will pass 

Lay him down under your blade 

Shined and sharp his crimson stain 

Diamond shards pulse to steel 

This final breath and glassy pleas 

Rest your mind and wash your hands 

Lay him down in this time of dying 

A dirty heats, falling dusk 

And guilty breeze, they know their way 

In through the door you hear them whine 

Close your eyes, it soon will pass 

Diamond shards pulse to steel 

This final breath, yeah and glassy pleas, yeah 

Rest your mind and wash your hands 

Lay him down in this time of dying