I seek the sweet scent of the darkest of leaves,
I seek the amber taste to cure the boldest of grieves,
I seek the faces that know not to break my spirits,
It is here we find ourselves in isolated marble caves.

I got a feeling that we shall own this night shaded in earth tone,

Can you hear the voices of the lost souls?

Can you hear the voices of the lost souls, the voices from the cellar bars?

It is here we bear the knowledge to its ultimate extent,
And for all things new with the greatest clash to end,
For free, at the brink of self-destruction we rot as
Subterranean,..atavistic...conservative...nihilists!