Текст песни The Hand of Glory - Rifle

You're the willing subject of gentle Morpheus
Lulled by a lullaby as sweet as Orpheus
There is no wake-up call, that was long ago
If you aren't awake by now no alarm can make it so

Is it the glove, is it the fist
You're gonna wear it if it fits
Every night the same story
You're caught up in the grip of the Hand of Glory

Rest in velvet darkness, the arms of Mother Nyx
Chewing on a lotus, wade across the River Styx
A Lethean fog in your labyrinthine mind
The world of men? Well you've left that far behind

Is it the glove, is it the fist
You're gonna wear it if it fits
Every night the same story
You're caught up in the grip of the Hand of Glory

The world outside, Is ugly, loud and strange
And you're so afraid, Of compromise or change
The world outside, Is full of fire and chants and screams
And you're trapped in a spell of cowardice and dreams

Is it the glove, is it the fist
You're gonna wear it if it fits
Every night the same story
You're caught up in the grip of the Hand of Glory