Announcer: 
 And so, hunted and devoid of option, Constance heads to the tunnels beneath the city 

 Choir: 
 The quiet the lost, the halls forgot 
 The slouching engines growl 
 The long, dark land, the lost enchant 
 In the under, in the underground 

 The concrete deep which breathes beneath 
 Where half mad creatures prowl 
 The tribes and ones who’ve not seen the sun 
 In the under, in the underground 
 In the under, in the underground 

 Lost streams flow in dark below 
 Where eyeless sailors drown 
 Forgotten gods and faeries lost 
 In the under, in the underground 

 Announcer: 
 And so, stumbling beneath the dark labyrinths beneath the city, Constance… 

 Constance: 
 Wait.. wait… you… 

 Announcer: 
 Finds herself persued by… 

 Constance: 
 Don’t… don’t i know you? 

 Announcer: 
 No, no. Shh… don’t break character 

 Constance: 
 But there was… there was……. There was like, a, radio broadcast? 

 Announcer: 
 Another life in another world, dear 

 Constance: 
 Who are you? 

 Announcer: 
 Whoever the story needs me to be. [bad word]  let’s slip back into character. Sh… 

 Choir: 
 Cold dreams wind through feasts of blind 
 Fallen angel frown 
 The cults who’ve fled call forth the dead 
 In the under, in the underground 

 The quiet the lost, the halls forgot 
 The slouching engines growl 
 The long, dark land, the lost enchant 
 In the under, in the underground 
 In the under, in the underground