Songtexte Circle of Hands - Ken Hensley

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
We'll 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
We'll count the cost in sorrow
Sacrifice
The future has its price
And today is only yesterday's tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Today is only yesterday's tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Today is only yesterday's tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Today is only yesterday's tomorrow
Today is only yesterday's tomorrow
Yesterday's tomorrow