Hand Of Glory Lyrics by Babylon Whores

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