Together, through the dark lands we go

- below the dim moon glow, the mist and the fog

we travel no-man's land. Ghosts in the twilight

we cross the frigid rivers as away, away to white

snow capped peaks, and dense thickets

we make haste.

Together, through the dark lands we go

- man has come and brings with him black

smog, weapons of war that crack like thunder

and spills forth kin's blood in a red, red river.

Man is a new beast whose hunger is insatiable

it delves deep, deep, down into the earth where he rips

Mother Gaia from her roots - little sapling youths

and Great Sycamores alike.

Together, through the dark lands we go

- to seek someplace, pray, Man might never know.