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