The sign of the horns is a hand gesture with a variety of meanings and uses in various cultures. It is formed by extending the index and little fingers while holding the middle and ring fingers down with the thumb.
Its earliest known use can be seen in India, as an apotropaic gesture very commonly used by Gautama Buddha(who was born in Nepal) as Karana Mudra which is synonymous with expulsion of demons and removal of obstacles like sickness or negative thoughts.
The sign of the horns is used during religious rituals in Wicca, to invoke or represent the Horned God.
The apotropaic usage of the sign can also be seen in Italy and Mediterranean culture as well where, when confronted with unfortunate events, or simply when these events are mentioned, the sign of the horns may be given to ward off bad luck. It is also used traditionally to counter or ward off the "evil eye" (malocchio). With fingers down, it is a common apotropaic gesture, by which people seek protection in unlucky situations (It is a more Mediterranean equivalent of knocking on wood). Thus, for example, the President of the Italian Republic, Giovanni Leone, shocked the country when, while in Naples during an outbreak of cholera, he shook the hands of patients with one hand while with the other behind his back he made the corna. This act was well documented by the journalists and photographers who were right behind him, a fact that had escaped President Leone's mind in that moment. In Italy, one can also "touch iron" (tocca ferro) or touch one's nose. Males in Italy and some other countries may grab their testicles when confronted by bad luck; however, this is considered more vulgar.
Corna is a genus of moths of the Noctuidae family.
Corna usually refers to the sign of the horns, a hand gesture.
Corna may also refer to:
Lost and alone
I'm out of the stone
Could be this process everyday
Nothings my own
The dreams that I've grown
I won't control and throw away
I need to make the decisions
I need to make it right
I need to lead the parade
Or this shit will fucking take my life
I want to kill the decisions
I want to make it right
I want to pass this test
And complete my tormented life
This curse is my own
It follows me home
Its like a child that wants to play
The thoughts in my brain
The subconscious pain
Makes me think why do I stay
I need to make the decision
I need make it right
I need to lead the parade
Or this shit will take my life
I want to kill the decisions
I want to make it right
I want to pass this test
And complete my tormented life
I want to kill the decisions
I want it to be right
I want to pass my test
And complete this tormented life
Happy, everything was wonderful
So happy, it's beautiful
I need to make the decision
I need to make it right
I want to kill the decisions
I want to make it right
I want to pass this test
And complete my tormented life
I want to kill the decisions
I want to make it right
I want to pass this test
And complete my tormented life
I'm happy, I knew you'd make it right