Circle of hands

(Hensley) Circle of hands Cold spirits plan Searching my land for an enemy Came across love's 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 we'll pay And count the cost in sorrow Sacrifice, the future has its price And today is only yesterday's tomorrow We must keep them away Or pretty soon we'll pay And count the cost in sorrow Sacrifice, the future has its price And today is only yesterday's tomorrow, tomorrow Tomorrow, tomorrow Tomorrow, tomorrow Tomorrow, tomorrow