paroles de chanson Stygian Hand - Jethro Tull

Cobbled roadway, dark as pitch
Grey mist swirling
Something lightly treading, this way comes
Could be the bobby on his beat, torch probe a-curling
Along the dead-end alley between the slums
Crash!
The Stygian hand, against my brow
Unholy tempter, with confrontation face
I proffer cross of comfort, defiant exorcism
No starting gun to join this hoary Devil's race
Symbol of faith, symbol of sacrifice
Icon of glory, graven in gold
Alpha, Omega and all things between
Strength to the bearer, good grace to behold
Glimpse of peace and grasp of last hope divine
In the gathering dusk, when nightlights dim
Give firm resolve in times of desperation
As spectral visitants in life's dark corridor swim
Symbol of faith, symbol of sacrifice
Icon of glory, graven in gold
Alpha, Omega and all things between
Strength to the bearer, good grace to behold
Cobbled roadway, dark as pitch, grey mist swirling
Something lightly treading, this way comes
Could be the bobby on his beat, torch probe a-curling
Along the dead-end alley between the slums
Crash!
The Stygian hand, against my brow
Unholy tempter, with confrontation face
I proffer cross of comfort, defiant exorcism
No starting gun to join this hoary Devil's race