Deep in the earth, where the sleeper gives birth to great wonders In the belly of the soil where all living recoils and daylight gets torn asunder Among false deeds and swollen leafs they slumber As rites of pa**age clears the ashes exposes the worn and plundered Where no thought dwell... They feed the broken shell Where the unconscious still lingers The flicking of delicate fingers Of the dirt out of wasted attempts A sting of hope moving in the debris Of the ashes out of fear and contempt A single breath of life flows in the breeze In days of yore, the seeker explored lost faces When the ears of the broken hears the unspoken and connects the fading traces Old tragedies becomes new remedies to bring action Where all is destroyed, out of the void breeds a new distraction With no air to dream There is no life to be seen Where the ghosts still roam Is where they call their home Dark, cavelike halls Tear down the walls Let out the night Damp, suffocating rooms Air out the womb Let in the light Oh, great winds, give me the wings to soar once again Oh, take me with you, carry me up high and rejoyce as I ascend