Текст: Black Sabbath. Cross Purposes. The Hand That Rocks The Cradle.

Young life, too young
Who's 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

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
Who's 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, yeah, ooh yeah

It's the hand that rocks the cradle
It's the hand that steals the life
It's the hand that rocks the cradle
It's the hand that steals the life