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 eyes

Black from their cold hearts, down to their graves

murdered the dawn, spreading their scorn

Crusing 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 price

and today is only yesterday's tomorrow