The Hand of Glory Lyrics

You're the willing subject of gentle Morpheus

Lulled by a lullaby as sweet as Orpheus

There is no wake-up call, that was long ago

If you aren't awake by now no alarm can make it so

Is it the glove, is it the fist

You're gonna wear it if it fits

Every night the same story

You're caught up in the grip of the Hand of Glory

Rest in velvet darkness, the arms of Mother Nyx

Chewing on a lotus, wade across the River Styx

A Lethean fog in your labyrinthine mind

The world of men? Well you've left that far behind

Is it the glove, is it the fist

You're gonna wear it if it fits

Every night the same story

You're caught up in the grip of the Hand of Glory

The world outside, Is ugly, loud and strange

And you're so afraid, Of compromise or change

The world outside, Is full of fire and chants and screams

And you're trapped in a spell of cowardice and dreams

Is it the glove, is it the fist

You're gonna wear it if it fits

Every night the same story

You're caught up in the grip of the Hand of Glory