Arcana - The Arcane (Tribute to Dead Can Dance) | Текст песни

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• The Arcane (Tribute to Dead Can Dance)

Here in the garden of the arcane delights
Dark shadows overwhelm us and and we become blind.
Blind to the needs of those who would be free
From the breath of fear and the prisons of the mind.

Amidst the throes of perplexity,
Freedom moves amongst us in her hand is held the seed
Extermination angels stood beside the road
In violent retribution for the seeds that we have sown.