as far as the eye can see heat is rising off the sand

somewhere out on this holy land time once

was held in their hands

but it bleeds now down the mountain red to the river

bank

where they burn their dead

and it sinks deep in the blackest sea

to a bed of ancient memory-

the incense is sweet fills the air this night: lulls you to sleep

the past and the future are here in this fever

from the cold star that makes no sound

a cruel poison comes down as we bathe nude

in the wind, metallic blue becomes our skin

strange is the magic

the waters make no sound

strange is the magic

we lay our bodies down

love dark and tragic

we lay upon the ground

love is the magic

now we spiral round

we drink the waters

filled with delight

the past and the future

closed to our sight

no need for the wisdom

words from the sages

for here is oblivion

come down through the ages

you don't come to this place on your own

you're born to this pain it's your home

it's useless they say to run and hide

you know it's useless they pay who stay and fight

we didn't come here of our own volition

it's prophesy, apathetic contrition

and we didn't come here of a free will

to grip a silent unknown fear then lay quite still

we close our eyes, turn our face

close our mind now go away

shut your eyes and turn away

you've closed your mind but it's here to stay

in the flickering blue century

the blue eternity

blue bombs explode on the screen

blue arms outstretched as they plead

see the cold star, it makes no sound, poison comes down

it sinks in the black sea: a bed of ancient memory