Circle of Hands : Circle of Hands (Live With the Norwegian Radio Orchestra)

Circle of hands cold spirits plans
Searching my land for an enemy
Came across love's sweet cost
And in the face of beauty evil was lost, oh, yeah
Skies full of eyes, minds full of lies
Black from their cold hearts and 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 we'll pay
And count the cost in sorrow
Sacrifice, the future has it's price
And today is only yesterday's tomorrow, tomorrow, o-oh
Tomorrow, tomorrow...
Today is only yesterday's tomorrow