Circle Of Hands 歌词

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 it's price And today is only Yesterday's tomorrow Tomorrow ...