Lletres: Dead Can Dance. Spleen And Ideal. Advent:.

In the hour of darkness
When our worlds collide
Assailed by madness
That has plagued our lives

At the point of departure
On the eve of despair
The recourse to reason
Seems to make no sense at all

The light of hope
Shines in your eyes
Dementia has gone
Purged from inside

Throughout our wanderings
In a land of lies
We fell from God's grace
Into a sea of storms

In the self-relevation
Celebration of love
These bold four virtues
We seem to have left behind

The light of hope
Shines in your eyes
Dementia has gone
Purged from inside

The light of hope
Shines in your eyes
Dementia has gone
Purged from inside

Lay bare your heart
Induce the will of love
To restore what little faith
That you may have lost

As morning brings re-birth
A new day will dawn
To ease our troubled minds
Turn away on your side
And dream of days to come