Circle of hands
Cold spirits plan
Searching my land
For an enemy
Came across
Love's sweet cost
And in the face of beauty
Evil was lost Sky full of eyes
Minds full of lies
Black from their cold hearts
Down to their graves
Murdered the dawn
Spreading their scorn
Cursing the sun
Of which love was born We must keep them away
Or pretty soon we'll pay
And count the cost in sorrow
Sacrifice – the future has it's price
And today is only
Yesterday's tomorrow Tomorrow …
Composição: Hensley.
