Circle of Hands - Uriah Heep

Circle of hands

Cold spirits plan

Searching my land

For an enemy

Came across

Loves 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 well pay

And count the cost in sorrow

And today is only

Yesterdays tomorrow

We must keep them away

Or pretty soon well pay

And count the cost in sorrow

And today is only

Yesterdays tomorrow

Tomorrow

Tomorrow

Tomorrow

Tomorrow