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