Lost in the middle of a dark, moist city
Hundreds of crestfallen beings are walking steadily
Prisoners of the greed, ambition was their wish
Mischievous was the offer, or was it a trap instead?
Tempting offerings shook them to the guts
Naive, though, they were - Trust in this realm is rare
Looking up to the skies, only pale rocks are seen
Gigantic skeletons supporting the weight of the solid clouds
Night
Storm
Cold
Grim
Suddenly started to float
Liquid flooding all around
Hopeless beginning to drown
No life will be left down here
Night
Storm
Cold
Grim
Climbing up the vertebrae
Extended from the clouds
Long is the way, hard is the journey
Out of this crestfallen realm
Climbing up the vertebrae
Extended from the clouds
Long is the way, hard is the journey
Out of this crestfallen realm
With only your human abilities
Guiding the convicted
To a second chance
Of survival
Leading insurrection
From the dark moist fields
Out of this subterranean apocalypse
To the surface, endure!