We are lost, where moonlight cannot reach,
In the catacombs of this stronghold haunted.
We will not get out unscathed and unchanged,
Yet we'll continue this battle undaunted.
Were almost through, object in view, the light at the end we see,
And to think that we, will finally be free, of the shackles that bind you and me.
The hue of the blackened walls turning white, it's radiance ever so bright,
And I still can't believe the wondrous sight, of the luminous liquid light.