Left Hand Black

Danzig

Kinda like a dog with seven pupils in its eye

Kinda like a madness that refuses to subside

Kinda like everything you want, just within your grasp

Kinda like how a banshee-wail dances on a living heart



I'm gonna stand at the top of the world

And challenge the heavens

Gonna bring you god

Gonna bring you god

In the palm of the left hand black

Gonna bring you god



Kinda like when the sun goes down and darkness makes its climb

Kinda like all your muscle tissue starting to unwind

Kinda like if you brave the hate, feed it to the left hand black

How I know I can take their power, send it back at triple times its strength

Yea



I'm gonna stand at the top of the world

And challenge the heavens

Gonna bring you god

Gonna bring you god

In the palm of the left hand black, yea

Gonna bring you god



How I see the battle and the bleeding human race

How I miss the taste of it, its sweet and warm embrace

How I see the world's demise, its last and final gasp

How I see reality explode into another kind of life, well



I'm gonna stand at the top of the world

And challenge the heavens

Gonna bring you god

Gonna bring you god

In the palm of the left hand black, yea

Gonna bring you god



Gonna bring you god

Gonna bring you god

In the palm of the left hand black, yea

Gonna bring you god