The Shadow of the Hand Lyrics

There's a spectre that looms

Over forgotten ruins

It's the shadow of the hand of blight

As the eclipse draws near

The men they twist in fear

As they gnash and claw at the night

Blood in the dustbowl

And now the mares they cannot foal

As the sparrows lay dead in the womb

Progress will bring famine

To the empire of man

As the plains rotate into tombs

Throw yourself down and pray

In the hope you'll be saved

Or else turn yourself on your gun

You'll crack at your spine

As grapes die on the vine

And the shadow of the hand will choke the sun

Yahweh lives not here

For he's run in fear

At the sight of his begotten son

While the machines of man

Toil God from the land

Til they're crushed by the yokes mighty ton

Lay back and bask

In the light while it lasts

For what has started may not be undone

You'll go mad in fear

As the end is surely here

And the shadow of the hand will choke the sun

And the shadow of the hand will choke the sun

And the shadow of the hand will choke the sun