Tribe After Tribe - 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