Stygian Hand lyrics

Cobbled road, cobbled way, dark as pitch, grey mist swirling Something lightly treading, this way comes Could be the bobby on his beat, torch probe a-curling Along the dead-end alley between the slums Crash! The Stygian hand, against my brow Unholy tempter, with confrontation face I proffer cross of comfort, defiant exorcism No starting gun to join this hoary devil's race Symbol of faith, symbol of sacrifice Icon of glory, graven in gold Alpha, Omega, and all things between Strength to the bearer, good grace to behold Glimpse of peace and grasp of last hope divine In the gathering dusk, when nightlights dim Give firm resolve in times of desperation As spectral visitants in life's dark corridor swim Symbol of faith, symbol of sacrifice Icon of glory, graven in gold Alpha, Omega, and all things between Strength to the bearer, good grace to behold Cobbled roadway, dark as pitch, grey mist swirling Something lightly treading, this way comes Could be the bobby on his beat, torch probe a-curling Along the dead-end alley between the slums Crash! The Stygian hand, against my brow Unholy tempter, with confrontation face I proffer cross of comfort, defiant exorcism No starting gun to join this hoary devil's race