Vexing misfortune will not abate
Nor will the vicious blows of fate
No rest until you suffocate
If nothing's giving you a thrill
Perhaps it's time you made a deal
One signed in blood with a raven's quill
He is calling, so enthralling - he is real
Run through the weald where wolves howl
Hear a fell wind beckoning
Cross into his shadowy land
He will, He will, He will guide your hand
Surrender unto him your will
So he may let you have your fill
With blackest hellfire be instilled
He is calling, so enthralling - he is real
Oh pathway knit from light silver
To His arms this child deliver
Run through the weald where wolves howl
Hear a fell wind beckoning
Cross into his shadowy land
He will, He will, He will guide your hand
Hadean Cult - He Will Guide Your Hand Lyrics
Hadean Cult - He Will Guide Your Hand Lyrics
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Vexing misfortune will not abate
Nor will the vicious blows of fate
No rest until you suffocate
If nothing's giving you a thrill
Perhaps it's time you made a deal
One signed in blood with a raven's quill
He is calling, so enthralling - he is real
Run through the weald where wolves howl
Hear a fell wind beckoning
Cross into his shadowy land
He will, He will, He will guide your hand
Surrender unto him your will
So he may let you have your fill
With blackest hellfire be instilled
He is calling, so enthralling - he is real
Oh pathway knit from light silver
To His arms this child deliver
Run through the weald where wolves howl
Hear a fell wind beckoning
Cross into his shadowy land
He will, He will, He will guide your hand
Nor will the vicious blows of fate
No rest until you suffocate
If nothing's giving you a thrill
Perhaps it's time you made a deal
One signed in blood with a raven's quill
He is calling, so enthralling - he is real
Run through the weald where wolves howl
Hear a fell wind beckoning
Cross into his shadowy land
He will, He will, He will guide your hand
Surrender unto him your will
So he may let you have your fill
With blackest hellfire be instilled
He is calling, so enthralling - he is real
Oh pathway knit from light silver
To His arms this child deliver
Run through the weald where wolves howl
Hear a fell wind beckoning
Cross into his shadowy land
He will, He will, He will guide your hand
Writer: Dejan Inic
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