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!