Ken Hensley
Circle Of Hands
Circle of handsCold spirits planSearching my landFor an enemyCame acrossLove's sweet costAnd in the face of beautyEvil was lostSky full of eyesMinds full of liesBlack from their cold heartsDown to their gravesMurdered the dawnSpreading their scornCursing the sunOf which love was bornWe must keep them awayOr pretty soon we'll payAnd count the cost in sorrowSacrifice, the future has it's priceAnd today is onlyYesterday's tomorrowTomorrow
From Letras Mania