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  • Artiest: Age Of Electric
    Song: Enya

  • Enya, In your language is there a word for anger
    Or is it in your temple where you hide?
    Enya, In your temple you flowers bloom like fire
    But now your colours faded and you're cold
    
    Hide in your inner circle, Strength ain't muscle
    Whatever makes it better, Hold onto your pride
    In time your faith will wither, Fucked up and gone
    Hurt won't live forever
    
    Enya, In your garden all of your angels gather
    Taking you into hiding, Under their wings
    Enya, In your saviour can you find hope for future
    Where all fears and angers won't cloud your way
    Enya, In your shelter, Is there a fire for comfort
    Burning your inhibitions away