Ten Of Swords Songtext
von Longhare

The hand is dealt with
No trick and no hidden agenda
Divinatory purposes no man can deny
Past, present and future
One way or the other
Personal destruction and failure abound

Swords your strife, fate sealed with a knife
Mental anguish, little death of the mind
But the rider beckons - await


There′s hope in spite, could the meaning be right
There's golden skies in the distance
There′s hope in spite, tomorrow is bright
Trouble ahead, no ending in sight
But luck should turn with last candle's burn

Reverse! Reverse!
The golden skies tell no lies
Reborn! Reborn!
Heaven reprises and your soul it flies

The hand is dealt with
No trick and no hidden agenda
Divinatory purposes no man can deny
Past, present and future
Oh, the future as well

Reverse! Reverse!
The golden skies tell no lies
Reborn! Reborn!
Heaven reprises and your soul it flies