Babylon Whores Hand Of Glory lyrics

Hand Of Glory by Babylon Whores

Hand Of Glory lyrics
Ashen the world creates itself  Up the branches down the roots  Pecked at 
by birds  By worms gnawed  At the crossroads  By the graves among the 
rowan trees  Nailed white as ivory  With skulls that grin amidst the rot

For strange are these woods to fare  Stranger the fruit they bear

Oh hang me high  Upon that tree  For all the secrets to find me  As 
ravens' claws  As eagles' bills  As Wotan's eyes upon the hills  Oh ten I 
have of fingers fine  For all the evil's work in the night  Oh baby I will 
grow for you from a tree

Burning with glory

Given to trolls and ogre broods  Days will drown in twilight's gloom  
Where black dogs howl  Pulling up mandragore  Chained to the ash forever 
more  Deaf to the world's grey roar  Digging up treasures vile and foul

Eye for an eye for a rune  Drawing down the waning moon  Howled at by all 
wolves  Ensnared 'til the day of doom

So hang me high  Upon that tree  For all the secrets to find me  As 
ravens' claws  As eagles' bills  As Wotan's eyes upon the hills  Oh ten I 
have of fingers fine  For all the evil's work in the night  Oh baby I will 
grow for you from a tree

Burning with glory

All crooks and ghouls who understand  Cherish the work of idle hands  All 
of the pages turned  All of the treasures yearned  All of the fingers 
burned

Burning with Glory