Trish: OK, great! Where's the place?
    We'll be right there!

    This one has the password. Sounds heavy...

    Dante: Okay! Let's get over there within 10 minutes and don't let one of those suckers live.

    Trish: 5 minutes!

    Dante: More than enough! 

 

In the field so green and so free
Seeds gaze up
The clouds keeps them from the Light
And the sky cries white tears of snow

But still... The fragile seeds wait long for
the sun to shine
Dark winter [bad word] spring

My young seeds once again will look up to the sky
and I know they will grow strong.

My young seeds once again will look up to the sky
and I know they will grow strong.