Sangtekster:
Dead Can Dance Tempest

In your fair descent How you shame How do you somewhere How low shin I found your age, your age shaman How to be a slave Out of your fears we'll drift

In your fair descent How you shame How do you somewhere How low shin I found your age, your age shaman How to be a slave Out of your fears we'll drift

I am the tempest that dwindles the flame No one can stand the avalanche The beast can be bargained but he can't be tamed Balance and equilibrium lost No one can

Ah, it's a happy time inside my mind When a melody does find a rhyme Says to me I'm comin' home to stay Oh, lord, home to stay I'm comin' home to stay

of tomorrow had to be discovered now But Sage needed more than this New concepts, new tools, new weapons By analyzing the past, Sage can project into

: Sick of a sickness A reoccurring nightmare of Convulsing through slow tempo dance Liberation requiem Stamped out curriculum On that doppelganger laughing

souped up tempo I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo Rollin in my 5.0 With my ragtop down so my hair can blow The girlies on standby Waving just

a souped up tempo I'm on a roll, it's time to go solo Rollin' in my 5.0 With my ragtop down so my hair can blow The girlies on standby, Waving just to

a souped up tempo I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo Rollin in my 5.0 With my ragtop down so my hair can blow The girlies on standby Waving just