Hand of glory

Ashen the world creates itself / up the branches down the roots / pecked at
by birds / by worms gnawed / at the crossroads / by the graves among the
rowan trees / nailed white as ivory / with skulls that grin amidst the rot
For strange are these woods to fare / stranger the fruit they bear
Oh hang me high / upon that tree / for all the secrets to find me / as
ravens' claws / as eagles' bills / as wotan's eyes upon the hills / oh ten i
have of fingers fine / for all the evil's work in the night / oh baby i will
grow for you from a tree
Burning with glory
Given to trolls and ogre broods / days will drown in twilight's gloom /
where black dogs howl / pulling up mandragore / chained to the ash forever
more / deaf to the world's grey roar / digging up treasures vile and foul
Eye for an eye for a rune / drawing down the waning moon / howled at by all
wolves / ensnared 'til the day of doom
So hang me high / upon that tree / for all the secrets to find me / as
ravens' claws / as eagles' bills / as wotan's eyes upon the hills / oh ten i
have of fingers fine / for all the evil's work in the night / oh baby i will
grow for you from a tree
Burning with glory
All crooks and ghouls who understand / cherish the work of idle hands / all
of the pages turned / all of the treasures yearned / all of the fingers
burned
Burning with glory