Running Wild Black Hand Inn
A scarred and rakish seadog, mysterious opacity Walks the grove, the phantom's home Cuts down firs where men would flee Wooden beams and mortar, the timber shack is taking shape A blackened hand shines on the plate Welcome to the tavern in the grove Where ancient spirits live and rove The tavern has been opened, the owner is Mr. John Xenir A rumor says he has second sight A chance to prove restrains their fear Night by night revealing, stares into his Crystal-ball Telling tales of past and future When man was make and man will fall Welcome to the tavern in the grove Where ancient spirits live and rove The moon is rising high foreboding what the night will bring The crystal-ball reveals the hidden truth at the "Black Hand Inn" The priest is getting furious from the "godless" tales he told Steps right in made a cross Condemn the seadog and says he's bad John says "your a liar! Long ago I was burned by priests See my black hand, yes I'll reveal That you're the devil and you're the biest!" Welcome to the tavern in the grove Where ancient spirits live and rove The moon is rising high foreboding what the night will bring The crystal-ball reveals the hidden truth at the "Black Hand Inn" Welcome to the tavern in the grove Where ancient spirits live and rove The moon is rising high foreboding what the night will bring The crystal-ball reveals the hidden truth at the "Black Hand Inn" Their power's build by lies and flying high on evil's wing The dark side was exposed by the old seadog at the "Black Hand Inn"
