Dead Can Dance. In Power, We Entrust The Love Advocated. Zeneszám

Sail on silver wings through this storm
What fortune love may bring back to my arms again
The love of a former golden age

I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take
For now that wheels are turning, I find my faith deserting me

This night is filled with cries of dispossessed children
In search of paradise, a sign of unresolve
That envision drives the pinwheel on-and-on

I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take
When memory bears witness to the innocence, consumed in dying rage

The way lies through our love
There can be no other means to the end or keys to my heart
You will never find, you will never find