The fading language of buried cultures - inside the castles of the ancient times
Written it once was, that these sacred words could carry visions of our futures
That the signs were plain to see in the lost city, Atlantis, and there were buried
Deep beneath the ocean floor, lost for all of time, where mermaids gather
The sea life oversaw the nurture of the drowning children, and gave them breath
Their unmovable brethren - the statues of copper and tin, rusted through the centuries
Often times, the sea dwellers would sing - in hopes of reviving their mute company
Even God Neptune could not succeed in doing so, for he did not speak the tongue
This language of futures, this language held in secret - it past away in crashing waves and Noise Displays.
This is a poem over noise. Improvised noise designed by Thomas and Mario one day That I couldn't come to the studio. Basically a free verse accompaniment for the pleasure of a different sound on the album.