There is no calm
That is not overcome by storm
There is no shore
That can withstand the flood
Stand fast, receive the wind
For it will give you answers
And when the ground opens up
The journey down will be reward

To fall
To will
To be one with the dirt

There is no light
That is not greeted by the dark
There is no day
That does not bow to night
Come forth, become the mute
And be fulfilled by void
Homage unto the sky
Breathe in the cold and be defined

To fly
To will
To be one with the deep