The Right Hand of Doom

The Sorcerer sat in his cell waiting on the end
Betrayed by the one he once called a friend
Black and foul were the Magician's deeds
Blacker yet in sowing his vengeance seeds
The Necromancer bade the guard "Draw your sword, strike off my hand
In this no harm shall fall on you, but don't, and you'll be damned
My life, it ends at the break of day, but Judas he will pay"
Mortified the guard, he drew his sword and cut the Wizard's hand away
No escaping The Right Hand of Doom
The Sorcerer cast his hand out the window of his cell
Laughing aloud as he summoned the powers of Hell
He spake in a tongue opening up Hell's gate
Dark forces to seal his betrayer's fate
On And on the words rang out the Old Ones taught to man
From a time when Lamiae stalked the earth, and the All-Night ruled the land
On and on his chants intoned but no one around there saw
The doom evoked by the words he spoke, as the hand began to crawl
No escaping The Right Hand Of Doom
Through the forest the Warlock's hand, it crawled and crawled
To kill a traitor dreaming in his troubled bed
IA! Black Goat of One Thousand Young
They hung a man a 'swingin' from the gallows, He went to his death missing his right hand
At the tavern there was talk among the fellows, They said he strained like he was strangling a man, Right Hand of Doom