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Babylon Whores

Hand of Glory (3:24)

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Ashen the world creates itself Up the branches down the roots Pecked at
by birds By worms gnawed At the crossroads By the graves among the
rowan trees Nailed white as ivory With skulls that grin amidst the rot

Babylon Whores - Hand of Glory Lyrics


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  • oh hang me high upon the tree for all the secrets to find me... as raven's claws, as eagle's bills, as wotan's eyes upon the hills... ten i have of fingers fine for all the evil's work in the night, baby i will grow for you from a tree, burning with glory... (one of their best!)

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