Hand Of Glory Lyrics - King Fear - 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 

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