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'