The Trial

(альбом: Dead Can Dance - 1984)

All my senses rebel
Under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze
It took a lifetime to get here
A journey I'll never make again

For those who have accepted the burden of shame
For the innocent only guilt will remain
And our lives will be forced to accommodate
The perpetrators of our own bastard race

All my senses rebel
Under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze
It took a lifetime to get here
A journey I'll never make again

I stand accused of a thousand and one crimes
A witness to events that led to this present time
These traditions which bind our hands and keep us tied
Will never survive the greatest test of time

Deliver me from all these feverish eyes
That threaten to unbalance my state of mind
For I must confess only to the smallest of crimes

A sense of guilt
A sense of guilt
A sense of guilt
A sense of guilt