Underworld (Act 1)

Tranquillity... How necessary, how boring it can be
The liquid void has no ears to receive the consolation of the surface.

An ignorant:
"maybe it's better that way
What doesn't touch doesn't hurt."

The innocence of a swan gliding on a desolate lake
Can't be sensed and therefore can't bring jealousy.

Entire worlds full of wonder are banished to rest only in few visionary minds, haunting them with their glowing beauty.

Fortunately, there are always
Those with the forked tongue
To bring the borders closer.

But there are also tribes of inferior beings
Beings so proudly inferior necessary to give worth to the higher
But not without cost...

They liberate ordeals
Their negative thought is the fungus, the grim vestment of the relic.

The leader:
The eroding frankincence of marasmous
Can become intolerable.

Their region is warm like a blanket
But narrow as a coffin, an underworld.

Fortunately there are always those with the forked tongue
That bring the borders closer...