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