(song of The NEW TROLLS)

The Black Hand, the Black Hand………

The hand of a man
that strikes in the dark,
the face of that man
you’ll never know.

The Black Hand, the Black Hand………

It grew like a tree in a desert
but the tree has grown old
and now someone is trying
to dig the roots that are spreading wide.

The Black Hand, the Black Hand………

He came from the States to the native land
thinking that the reason was there
but a hand that hides in the dark
strikes again and leaves no name.

The Black Hand, the Black Hand………