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
