The Underworld
Friends, Circe's instructions were clear
No matter what we hear
Full speed ahead
Until we find the prophet
My comrades, this land confuses your mind
So no matter who we find
Full speed ahead, until we find the prophet
Good
All I hear are screams, every time I dare to close my eyes
I no longer dream, only nightmares of those who've died
Nothing's what it seems Nothing's what it seems
And here in The Underworld, the past seems close behind
This land confuses your mind