Lower, time takes everything lower. 
The enemy makes everything dirtier. 
Children grow old and die, 
as all worlds crumble and dissolve. 
Down you go, what did you expect? 
All paths go this way far beneath. 

Buried in the dead black earth lies the forgotten 
architecture, 
the stones glanced upon through righteous expression 
like keys to the edifice lost behind oceans of clay.

The fall could never end, 
it carves the way through cold ground. 
The fall could never end, 
where no one is supposed to go. 
The fall could never end, 
to the truth originating all lies. 
The fall could never end, 
down the cold domain that roots and corrupts the world 
from above. 
The fall could never end, 
and the unseen eye prevails! 

Children get their wings through recognition of the 
stream, 
thus they join the empire of opposition and feed the 
torrents that desunite. 
They get as one with the glory beneath the world and 
suffer with pride. 
So, if you see me crying and drowned in mud, 
don't you fear for me, 
it's just that I'm speaking with God.