The Anatomy of Time (Babel) (Instrumental)

Certain was the fear trembling in your father's chest - encountering the ancients in a graveyard for those who never rest. Even the wind lay still, as time revealed the fools we are.

Quiet monoliths appear, suspended in the air. Solemn in their countenance, impervious to fear. Marveling at the symmetry that binds and brings us here - separating threads of space, distinctions disappear.

Take all of your answers - throw them in the flames. I'll keep the questions, I'll take the rain. Defend all your doctrines - those lies you had sworn. I'll wander through the night, I'll sleep in the storm.