The Hand

Here comes the hand Flying through the air Here comes the hand Touch me if you dare Here comes the hand Drawing ever nearer Here comes the hand It can feel my fear Here comes the hand Crooked like a branch Here comes the hand Its thirst for pain I cannot quench Here comes the hand Feel the strike Here comes the hand Hear my cry There goes the hand The hand of the father There goes the hand I see it no longer There goes the hand Given strength by hate There goes the hand It is my fate Here comes the hand It will soon be done Not by the father This time by the son All things come full circle This is always true I already know this My father soon will too