Dale Oliver - Hand's of the Wicked

Winter loves the faith of the meek.
Her velvet touch prays on the weak.

Cold winds screaming.
Evil's dealing.
Darkness twists in the hands of the wicked.
Rapid blood flow.
Secerts unfold.
Winter shadow from the hands of the wicked.

There's a voice that changes good in our lives.
We either give in or fight to survive.
Fedding off the innocent ones.
When lost what follows is desteruction.

Cold winds screaming.
Evil's dealing.
Darkness twists in the hands of the wicked.
Rapid blood flow.
Sercerts unfold.
Winter shadow in the hands of the wicked.

A blackened heart has no soul.
No reason to love.
No reason to hope.
It's better paraliyed as the mic.
It's cause we'll forever hold mankind.

Cold winds screaming.
Evil's dealing.
Darkness twists in the hands of the wicked.
Rapid blood flow.
Sercerts unfold.
Winter shadow in the hands of the wicked.

Winter loves the faith of the meek.
Her velvet touch prays on the weak.

Cold winds screaming.
Evil's dealing.
Darkness twists in the hands of the wicked.
Rapid blood flow.
Sercerts unfold.
Winter shadow in the hands of the wicked.
My hands of the wicked.