Prospectors of sound, wipe the scurf off
Geographical arrangements, timetable possibilities
Permanent nothingness, sameblooded minds
One innovator to carry on the mission, vision
Bygone days traditions
Unspoken regulations
Certain something in the air
Two from the both are aware
Two from the both are aware
Striking from the room
With somewhat same costume
The driver has set up all the tunes
Permanent nothingness, sameblooded minds
Suspense in attendance
Individual gatherings
Rather hectic indeed
As we get on with our steed
Giant horn from the sky destroying all
Descending, reforming from the clouds
Sound so big, pressure unbearable
Salvation absolute and final
Water boiling, skin gloves peeling off