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 ravensВґ claws / As eaglesВґ bills / As WotanВґs eyes upon the hills / Oh ten I have of fingers fine / For all the evilВґs 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 twilightВґs gloom / Where black dogs howl / Pulling up mandragore / Chained to the ash forever more / Deaf to the worldВґs 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 Вґtil the day of doom

So hang me high / Upon that tree / For all the secrets to find me / As ravensВґ claws / As eaglesВґ bills / As WotanВґs eyes upon the hills / Oh ten I have of fingers fine / For all the evilВґs 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