Our isolated soldiers hear the rushes of air coming out of the ancient vents
And realize that there were survivors
They enter the canyons of Somnol
Being directed by the signal which was quite strong by now
It leads them to who knows what danger
I dreamed my vibe
My soul my eyes
A gate
A kick
A fog
An end
A find
A mend
Mirror tense to call again heart
To save a night
An age the bite
A pause
Get out
Behave
Observe amongst the rabid stunned decayed
Of a pall of the bright
Of the gate of the night
The hollow hide
The seers fade all alone in god
All men have their mother
All men have their day