☆ rc voice

Anno Mundi (The Vision)
Spirito sanctus anno anno mundi
Spirito sanctus anno anno mundi
Spirito sanctus anno anno mundi
(Spirito sanctus anno anno mundi)
Can ya see me? Are ya near me? Can ya hear me cryin’ out for life?
Can ya tell me, where’s the glory? Ride the days and sail the nights.
(Spirito sanctus anno anno mundi)
When it’s over, find the answer running in the whispering rain.
(Spirito sanctus anno anno mundi)
Anno mundi can ya wonder truth or thunder, life or blame?

Do ya see a vision of a perfect place?
Does it make you laugh, put a smile on your face?
Do you need a mirror? Do you see it well?
Does the hand of God still toll the bell?
There are people laughin’. They’re all laughin’ at you.
If only they could see what you’re sayin’ was true. Ooh yeah
Still gen’rals fighting, making war on the world
Don’t they know, don’t they know no no no-oh.

As the winds of the night blows cold
Your eyes are burnin’
And the sands of our time grow old.
Anno mundi yea

Do you follow the path that so many tread?
Are you among the blind, so easily lead?
Do you join in the war?
Do you fight for the cause?
Depend on another to fight it alone?

As the winds of the night blows cold
Your eyes are burnin’
And the sands of our time grow old.
No no no.

Spirito sanctus anno anno mundi
Spirito sanctus anno anno mundi
Can ya see me now?
(Spirito sanctus anno anno mundi)
Oh.
Can ya hear me now?
(Spirito sanctus anno anno mundi)
Oh.
(Spirito sanctus anno anno mundi)
Can ya tell me where’s the glory? Ride the days and sail the nights.
(Spirito sanctus anno anno mundi)
When it’s over find the answer running in the rain
truth or thunder, life or blame.

There’s a hope that’s growin’ and a vision too
All those angry hearts now reach out for you.
Do you look to the dawn?
See a new day begun.
No longer the fool the vision is done.

As the winds of the night blow cold
Your eyes are burnin’
And the sands of our time grow old.
Your eyes are burnin’
And the winds of the night blow cold
Your eyes are burnin’
And the sands of our time grow old.
Your eyes are burnin’

3:55-3:57 All right my father /* low level chorus voice (lc)
3:55-3:57 Can you help my (mo/fa)ther /* low level chorus voice (rc)
3:59-4:01 death’s (here/hand) /*(rc) vocoder voice
4:03-4:04 go away /*(rc) weird resonant voice
4:50-4:51 [deck o’ card shuffle] /*distortion? no cool music concrete
5:12-5:13 Satan /* t.guitar (rc-)lc)
6:05 you listen /* low level voice (lc)
6:04-6:05 satan /*d. voice