Hand of Glory

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