Lyrics Hands That Hide - Jihad
A
mirror-cipher
for
revenge
to
curse
the
man
who
serves
me
ill
I
right
the
wrongs
that
have
been
done
of
molded
fate
and
steer
his
will
I
make
of
wax
an
image
small
and
cast
it
in
a
boiling
pot
Of
molten
form
beneath
the
surface
so
deep
within
commence
to
rot
An
evil
figure
lies
within
The
mirror's
smooth
and
silver
skin
Let
all
my
darkest
works
be
done
By
hands
that
hide
from
sight
and
sun
Light
the
candles
and
see
the
fire
and
wake
the
damned
to
do
my
bid
I
feel
the
power
of
suggestion
my
enemies
I
pray
to
rid
So
turn
to
stone
from
front
to
back
the
nights
of
terror
without
sleep
In
your
coffin
your
limbs
are
bound
thy
face
the
loathsomeness
shall
creep
Prepare
the
table
and
mark
the
stone
I'll
focus
on
your
eternal
doom
Apply
the
poisons
to
address
the
one
I
target
to
entomb
Beneath
the
surface
you'll
feel
the
wrath
your
eyes
will
never
again
see
the
light
Such
acts
of
retribution
be
the
victim
to
my
spell
tonight
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