The Lamp Of Thoth

Hand Of Glory

A palm of vengeance - a hand of doom
A bony finger - point's to your most secret room
An Ivory key - and past we go
Resist me not - my dear fellow

A talisman of power
A path straight to your heart
Where I shall devour
That which you've kept apart
And all your secrets, will be laid bare
Your darkest thoughts at which I'll stare
With the Hand of Glory!

A stroll through your house
In the dead of night
A great man helpless
Prostrate under a hand of fright
Your woman lies dead
Your house is torn
And so I bid you adieu
And leave you so forlorn

I greet your dancing demons - with a curt hello
And readily ignore them - and invisible now I go
All's fair in love and war
And sorcery
And so now I proceed
To take your soul away from Thee