Thunderous resonant sounds call from beyond the depths 
And the winds of gravity change, 
In memories of the consciousness of the ancient rocks, 
Nature's answer to the eternal question 

The tunnels of the sky 
Meet under oceans 
And fall into the vortex of Bermuda 
The secret of the poles 
Where the eskimo never where 

The lightning, 
The megatons of water 
They fly within 
spinning thunderous vortex 

At the poles of the world 
In the labyrinth of lost directions 
Mankind's falsehood is the weight of gravity 
Current current current 

The sun has moved where the lines of [bad word] lay vertical at the gates 
Where the world inside 
Stands alone in front of eternity 
In the 4 fields of the hollow earth 

I search for the riddle of the clouds 
Where the new world shall form from clouds 
Gouging funnels in the great abyss of the sky 
In the shape of the one stream 

Where tunnels open into the great nothing 
And the giant spaces that rent gravity 
Unto the depths of the earth 
Alight [bad word] the riddle of the labyrinth 
Where the channels of the junction 
Reform the ethos 
And forget 
Everything 

I search for the riddle of the clouds 
From where a new world shall form 
tunnel gouges in the shapes 
Of the stream in the great abyss 
Of the sky