Black Hand

Scream to the heavens The fear in you will rise A look of darkness And fire in her eyes In refuge you summon A force beyond this world Look to the south of the sky Begin the sacred rites The Father of Lies His demonic siege The Father of Lies What won't he preach? Fingernails like flint Caress the rigid spine Recite the scriptures In forgotten tongues Dance in circles Jump around the priests Blackened worship Destroy the rosaries The Father of Lies His demonic siege The Father of Lies You've chosen to receive The penance placed on you Decision to reprieve The thousand lives on you Now before we take you And your life away Down into the depths of hell You'll always have to stay Once served to Cain They are the chosen ones Who dwell within Your beating heart of stone Seven heads and seven crowns Painted on the wall A priestly thought command Tell us who you are The Father of Lies His demonic siege The Father of Lies 'Mother, I'm afraid Forgive me savior For my hands are black'