... Time is a wilderness A vast desert of age The sadness in your eyes Lost faith I realized why you cried Now I realized why... Angel... Time is a wilderness
Angel... Time is a wilderness A vast desert of age The sadness in your eyes Lost faith I realized why you cried Now I realized why... Angel... Time is a wilderness
[Taken from "Awaken" 1996]
Lost in the hot cyclops anarchy Possession Invention Blood, blood Spirits, spirits Spirits, spirits Calling, calling Where will these visions lead? How
their promised land And embrace their tragic and prophetic role ... Bruised and bleeding from the centuries of suffering, they stand to pay the price of blood
unseen hands I feel the need to sing a song That wrestles with the divine notion That blood atones, that death completes That joy can supercede emotion Because the wilderness
Sing to me my muses lost in the hot cyclops anarchy possession invention blood, blood spirits, spirits sprits, spirits calling, calling where will these
: Sing to me my muses lost in the hot cyclops anarchy possession invention blood, blood spirits, spirits sprits, spirits calling, calling where will
