(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¦¦¦