Astral Hand — Mob Rules

Running on a book of secret pages Never thought to be a foolish child again Heading for the little pride of ages Hide and fight and cries out words of pain

Don't you know what he was looking for? I wonder why they praise the rules of war

I am a finger of the astral hand Your prayers let my harvest grow I got your spirit astral man To reign the land of ice and snow

Brothers coming home Riding horses Sisters sweep along and fight the tales of whore Hold a little while Get some silver Take me by the hand with rust and gold

Don't you know what he was searching for? I wonder why they praise the rules of war

I am a finger of the astral hand Your prayers let my harvest grow I got your spirit astral man To reign the land of ice and snow

Don't you know what he was looking for? I wonder why they praise the rules of war

I am a finger of the astral hand Your prayers let my harvest grow I got your spirit astral man To reign the land of ice and snow