Circle of Hands [*] - Ken Hensley & Live Fire

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 lies

Black from their cold hearts, down to their graves

Murdered the dawn, spreading their scorn

Cursing 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 its price

And today is only yesterday’s tomorrow

We must keep them away

Or pretty soon we’ll pay

And count the cost in sorrow

Sacrifice, the future has its price

And today is only yesterday’s tomorrow, tomorrow

Tomorrow, tomorrow

Tomorrow, tomorrow

Tomorrow, tomorrow