The Hand That Rocks The Cradle – Black Sabbath

Can’t rest, can’t sleep for dreams that set you falling.
Don’t feel the hunger.
Can’t drink no holy water.
No light in these eyes.
No place for dreams at all tonight.

When the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that holds the knife.
And the knife that cuts the cable
Is the spark that feeds the life.

No grave could be deep enough, down to hell if we were able.
The veil of life was pushed aside by the hand that rocks the cradle.

The oath you take is sacred, to save not steal the life.
Like the ending of the sweetest soul that looked through human eyes.

No grave could be deep enough, down to hell if we were able.
The veil of life was pushed aside by the hand that rocks the cradle yeah.

Young life, too young, whose eyes are choking.
Can’t rest, can’t sleep for dreams that set you falling.
Don’t feel the hunger.
Can’t drink no holy water.
No light in these eyes.
No place for dreams at all tonight.

Death.


Lyric The Hand That Rocks The Cradle – Black Sabbath