Circle of Hands

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