Evil Hand

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