The Devils' Hand Songtext
von Xan Tyler

St. Gaud′s swim, your harding heart
Still beating in the square
As the fire won't burn
I fear they left you hanging there
Did you live alone?
Understand the land?
So he put it down
To the devil′s hand


High above the gallows
And far below the clouds
Your final thoughts competing
With the braying of the crowds
Did you mop the brow of the woman at her toil?

From his blackened heart, another devil's spoil
Palm the hill, the ancient tree still stands without a leaf
Deep within its branches the memories of grief
Did you share your cures with the needy and a sin
So he did declare, this devil's death come clean