A group of black clad android guards escort Buun and the crew through a great courtyard
Presented to a figure who seems to be a high official a set of shackles is applied to our travelers as the closing crowd Murmurs of the return of the Earthlings
Perhaps our fate will seal the cage
Been up all night arrest my rage
A place for peace
A mercy take
A subterfuge of lost beliefs
So are those days the hells of sheep
It's tall this place
This place we're in
Just take this time
This big ribbon
This time
This fate we're in
And take a house
Our fate will seal again
You have to wait