Lower, time takes everything lower. The enemy makes everything dirtier. Children grow old and die, as all worlds [bad word] and dissolve. Down you go, what did you expect? All paths go this way far beneath. Buried in the dead black earth lies the forgotten architecture, the stones glanced upon through righteous expression like keys to the edifice lost behind oceans of clay. The fall cound never end, it carves the way through cold ground. The fall cound never end, where no one is supposed to go. The fall cound never end, to the [bad word] originating all lies. The fall cound never end, down the cold domain that roots and [bad word] the world from above. The fall cound never end, and the unseen eye prevails! Children get their wings through recognition ofthe stream, thus they join the empire of opposition and feed the torrents that desunite. They get as one with the glory beneath the world and suffer with pride. So, if you see me crying and drowned in mud, don't you fear for me, it's just that I'm speaking with God.