Lyrics Tribes Unrealized - Klaus Schulze , Lisa Gerrard

Dim window purple perfume sweetly drifts upon the lake
Of shadowed mirrors in the mind buried in the wake
Of an open glass transparency, a cause to filter through
The swinging cage inherently traps and shows no clue
It sweeps across the emptiness its fortress walls of fright
Alluding hands anointed form the cradles of our fight.

To sing a secret dignity, a pathway to the stars
With strings and wheels invisible we forge the very bars
That enter into sacred rhymes that penetrates the meek
The arrogant and ignorant empower themselves to seek
An embroidery of vanity sweeps throughout this land
In denial of humility, warm blood lays upon our hands
Borne of lust, false wombs of trust to break the ancient reason
The arrogant and ignorant empower them to season.

The cage that they have tempered cast of greed and lies
They sway the unsung gatherings of tribes unrealised.