9 - Pagan Trance( Lux Mundi 2011 )

Hey!*
 They’re on their way to a higher place
 Lightly dressed with undisputed grace
 Statues of flesh animated with light
 They tend to show what they want to hide

 They caress the air with every move they make
 Graceful and reverent they give, they don’t fake
 They’re like poems to the splendour of creation
 Barefoot they go in charming procession

 Their legs, their hips, their [bad word]  their necks
 The sun, the air, the water and earth
 Their arms, their hands, their hair, their backs
 The sun, the air, the water and earth

 With flowers in their hair like a crown of noon
 They’re offering their all to the sun, to the moon
 One follows the other while the first follow the last
 They’re living the moment with no future or past

 Their legs, their hips, their [bad word]  their necks
 The sun, the air, the water and earth
 Their arms, their hands, their hair, their backs
 The sun, the air, the water and earth [x2]

 While rooted in the ground they’re floating in the air
 Enigmatic and sensual, they let nature have her share

 They are here but they don’t belong

 Talking in riddles without moving their lips
 They’re forming a chain with ever open links

 Hey!
 Their legs, their hips, their [bad word]  their necks
 The sun, the air, the water and earth
 Their arms, their hands, their hair, their backs
 The sun, the air, the water and earth

 The sun, the air, the water and earth