Tacere A Voice In The Dark (radio Edit)
In the leafy shade of a wildwood, reflections of a
distant light
A tempting celestial song, calling into the light leading
to the sky
Somber, so very intense, kneeling to the ground.
Gripe the soil! It turns into dust. Desperate fingers
grasping, nothing.
We are the organ pipes of living frailty: A voice in the
dark, so strong yet so fragile.
Now touch the serpents tongue and feel a true relief!
The flower must wither, the flower must die.
We are the organ pipes of living frailty: A voice in the
dark, so strong yet so fragile.
Now touch the serpents tongue and feel a true relief!
The flower must wither, the flower must die, again!
Choir: We are the organ pipes of living frailty – A voice
in the dark, so strong yet so fragile.
We are the organ pipes of living frailty – A voice in the
dark, so strong yet so fragile.
The flower must wither, the flower must die.
