Lisa Gerrard
"Tribes Unrealized"

dim window purple perfume sweetly glimpsed upon the lake
our shadow mirrors in the mind to bade in the wake
of an open glass transparency of course to filter through
the swinging inherently traps and chosen a clue
it sweeps across the emptiness its fortress walls of fright
alluding hands anointed from the cradles of our fight
to sing a secret dignity a pathway to the stars
with strings and reels invisible they forge the very bars
they enter into sacred rhymes that penetrate the meek
the arrogant and ignorant in power themselves to seek
an embroidery of vanity sweeps throughout this land
denial of humility warm blood now lays upon our hands
born of lust false wombs of trust to break the ancient reason
the arrogant and ignorant in power themselves to season
the cage that they have tempered casts of greed entrenched with lies
they sway the unsung galleons of tribes unrealised