The Hand of Man

The hand of man, reaching for the sky
With one demand, won't you tell us why?

And you write it on a tablet
And make decrees to the men
When you come down from the mountain
And tell us all how we've sinned

The hand of man, reaching for the sky
Demanding plans, and answers for our lives

And you write it on a tablet
And make decrees to the men
When you come down from the mountain
And tell us all how we've sinned

All how we've sinned
All how we've sinned
All how we've sinned

We've got our rations stretched (Invocamus te)
Morale is low (Ut miserearis)
We've got no chance (Invocamus te)
Against the snow (Ut miserearis)

The hand of man, reaching for the sky
I don't understand, won't you tell us why?

And you write it on a tablet
And make decrees to the men
When you come down from the mountain
And tell us all how we've sinned



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Joseph Railey
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