Brendan Perry

The stars you see in the night sky
Have been dead for centuries
Starlight creates the illusion
Of life for all these years
Now I no longer trust these eyes of mine
The heart must speak to me
In tongues of forgotten voices
In ancient harmonies
So that I can see
Heavens are merely illusions
When you build them high in the sky
And hell is the final solution
For those who have no faith in this life
They are blinded by lies
Here in the garden, fountain of life
Here in the garden, arcane delights
Are born from the womb