The forests of earth should not frighten me But o Mother Gaea, what is this light? Mother Gaea, all those visions - my blood boils! Through feculent warmth I creep on ancient soil Recollection so vivid Let me chant in intoxication... I shall rest here forevermore. Gaia speaks: "...and what if I told you That we've been on a glade here And the grim trees ahead Are none of my creatures And those golden rays are not thrown from a sun And your necrotic scales merely struggle through lava ...would your eyes turn cloudy?"