We enter the depths of the darkened shadowed hallsnLead by soothing voices, the distant spirits callnLike the wave of fire from the blowing autumn leavesnA wave of chilling darkness quickly rushes over menLying on a frozen tomb with a trancendental shroudnEyes sense something moving in the black and purple cloudsnOpen eyes to see the weather patterns form. Staring at the skynThe blazing firestormnnCalling to the rain to clense our restless soulnTaken to the sky through a glowing open holenMeeting lucent fugres eminating lightnFaceless in the darknessnFaces made of lightnDeep voices from inside speak out from withinnIn the sea of endless darkness a phantasm beginsnIn a quiet place so close, but so very far awaynHear the voices tremble as the static fades awaynnUnveiled imagrey with surreal transparencynLook into the mirrors through everyone we seenThis surreal catharsis happening to you and me unfolds the book of empty pages with total claritynSatchitanandanSatchitanandanSatchitanandanUnfold the book of empty pages with total clarity