I Saw a Dying Child in Your Arms

I saw a dying child in your arms
Like vapour exhaled by the earth doomed to arrive nowhere
For in the darkness we must fall back on our woven seed
And you'd think I would go to meet those primal beasts

For I had such things to attend
Strange witchcraft, with their drums and their dancing
We could not understand because we did not remember
The mind can do everything because of what is in it
All of the past and all of the future
Truth stripped of its cloak of time

For the devil can be too much a devil to be fiend
But most of us fall between fool and devil
Not able to see the heavenly Earth
So it's a standing place where we must endure
All the sights and the sounds and the smell of rotting flesh

No longing for the gallows between butcher and divine
The empires of the future are the empires of the mind
With no memories of coffins or the graves today

Oh
Empires of the mind
Oh

From envious uprising
The squalor of life
With blood through the ages
As the world goes on and on
Oh



Credits
Writer(s): Brendan Roche, Darren Moore
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