Текст: Tribe After Tribe. Love Under Will. Delight.

Here is the fruit of light
born in a silent way
here is the future cry
born from a lover's rage

think i see it coming

here in the hall of flames
swift as a funeral fire
here is the law of change
here where the heart's wings fly

think i see it coming

from heaven thrust a bitter lust
from steel to steel from dust to dust
your love is the cure your love is the cure
(your happiness your happiness)
sword of love is swift and sure
(hold me to your scented breast)

think i see it coming