The Arcane - Dead Can Dance

Here in the garden of the arcane delights

Dark shadows overwhelm us and we become blind

Blind to the needs of those who would be free

From the grip of fear and the prisons of the mind

Amidst the throes of perplexity

Phobia moves amongst us, in her hand is held the seed

Extermination angel stood beside the road

In violent retribution for the seeds that we have sown