Dead Can Dance Black Sun

Murderer! Man of fire. Murderer! Ive seen the eyes of living dead. Its the same game - survival. The great mass play a waiting game. Embalmed, crippled, dying in fear of pain. All sense of freedom gone. Black sun in a white world. Like having a black sun in a white world. I have a son, His name is eden. Its his birthright, Beyond estranged time. Give me 69 years, Another season in this hell. Its all sex and death as far as I can tell. Like prometheus we are bound, Chained to this