As I walk scorched in the valley
I notice that the sun
Has ceased it's forging fury
To produce a bright blue orb
Rise of the Hand
Fall of the Foe
The Answer that you seek
Is what you already know
With my hand I raised
The sparkling globe aloft
The thing blinded me
Though it's light was soft
So as I gaze into
This solid snowy sphere
I pray for the flight
TO GET ME OUT OF HERE
Fall of the Hand
Rise of the song
Where are you going my friend
Won't take very long
Rise of the Hand
Rise of the Hand
Rise of the Hand
In this deserted land