Hand Of Glory Lyrics

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