Idle Hands Songtext
von Vestigial

The afflicted are sold
(Their souls)
To whispers of old
(Their minds)
From lamenters′ scrolls
The scion will call

Unbound these hands will build horizons
Skin their lords to adorn the dynast
O, flame grant me strength
Fell, the god that we praise

Idle hands arose idols of man
In stone above the sand
And froze where gods began
Be it a shattered axe to grind
Be it what idle hands may find


The silence absolves
A union dissolves
The open hand receives a gift
For those who are willing to take
The fell god bestows a flame
A flame to grant me strength

O, flame grant me strength
Fell, the god that we praise

Idle hands arose idols of man
In stone above the sand
And froze where gods began
Be it a shattered axe to grind
Be it what idle hands may find

O, flame grant me strength

Idle hands arose idols of man

Idle hands arose idols of man
In stone above the sand
And froze where gods began
Be it a shattered axe to grind
Be it what idle hands may find

Be it a shattered axe to grind
Be it what hath you
Worship what you build


Build me
Heresy means nothing
Heresy means nothing
Heresy means nothing when your god is dead