Evil Hand from Heather & Hearth by Phantom Spell
Tracklist
| 3. | Evil Hand | 3:46 |
Lyrics
Between the hammer,
And the sharp end of a blade,
We have no choice to make,
Through broken promises,
Of golden glory days,
This is the price we pay.
Oh, how soft the whispers of a wicked man,
Twisting words before since time began,
Oh, the gentle touch of an evil outstretched hand,
The more you give the more that they demand.
They see no difference,
We are one and all the same,
It’s them against us all.
And when the blood,
From foreign lands has washed away,
You will be next to fall.
Oh, how soft the whispers of a wicked man,
Twisting words before since time began,
Oh, the gentle touch of an evil outstretched hand,
The more you give the more that they demand.
Oh, how soft the whispers of a wicked man,
Twisting words before since time began,
Oh, the gentle touch of an evil outstretched hand,
The more you give the more that they demand.
The fragile visage of a wicked man,
Crumbling to dust in his own hands,
Oh, the empty wishes of a solitary man,
Watching as the world around him ends.
