Turn away I'll pull the fangs out
 Spinning room it's getting dark
 This is the green lift, this is the archer
 You never say that
 This is the green lift, this is the archer
 This starry night, the blue of seas
 Are lifted off the ground
 So poised and still, the figures hold
 That I will not be found
 Turn away the Islet spiders
 Gloaming pulse, the Siletzs stole
 This is the green lift, this is the archer
 This starry night, the blue of seas
 Are lifted off the ground
 So poised and still, the figures hold
 That I will not be found
 This is the green lift, this is the archer
 This starry night, the blue of seas
 Are lifted off the ground
 So poised and still, the figures hold
 That I will not be found
 And on towards the fortress...