The Magic of Severed Limbs

A hand rises from the water
Beckons me to come back at midnight
Bodies aplenty, mindless masses
To whom do you sacrifice?

Driven by desperation
Bordering on insanity
Hand in hand trying to reach
The bottom of a dark well

A hand rises from the water
Beckons me to come back at midnight
Bodies aplenty, mindless masses
To whom do you sacrifice?

But what do you find
Trying to seek justice and truth
The treasures of the deep
Still slip through your fingers

Not three days have passed
And from nameless, open graves
Like it was written on the wall
Have fine and one been summoned back

Can you not see
This hand belongs to a dead man
This is the point of no return
Drink deep from the palm of his hand

No matter whose hand
You choose to take
You will never be saved
The magic of severed limbs
God didn't ask for bones
But these are the sigils you've been given

A hand rises from the water
Beckons me to come back at midnight
Bodies aplenty, mindless masses
To whom do you sacrifice?

No matter whose hand
You choose to take
You will never be saved
The magic of severed limbs
God didn't ask for bones
But these are the sigils you've been given