♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ Lost by rail, by land, by sea, our journey starts ♪ ♪ Two men incensed by one man's journey from the past ♪ ♪ In Iceland where the mountains stood with pride, they set off with their guide to reach the mountainside ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Looked as one for safety through the long descent, into the crater of volcanic rock they went ♪ ♪ Looked up from our telescopic lens, one star for us to share, we continue on our prayer ♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ...which imperceptibly passed from reddish-brown to bright yellow. Their way lit by crystals appearing as lighted globes, they continued through the lava gallery which gently sloped until they reached the intersection of two roads. Without hesitation, Professor Lidenbrook chose the eastern tunnel, and the journey continued through a succession of arches appearing before them as if they were the aisles of a Gothic cathedral. The walls were enhanced with impressions of rock weeds, and mosses from the Silurian Epoch. ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ The eastern route they had taken had come to a dead end. With three days' walk back to the fork to find Arne Sagnussum's original route, they found their water rations were limited to one day. Knowing their only chance of finding water was on that route, they set off for the fork, and there finally they fell, almost lifeless on the third day. After sleep they continued down the other tunnel in their quest for water, and whilst searching on his own, Hans the Guide heard the sound of water thundering behind a granite wall, and with a pickaxe, attacked the wall so as to allow a stream of boiling water to enter and cool in their tunnel. Not only had they found life in the water, but they'd also found a flowing guide to the centre of the earth. They called the stream the Hans Bath. ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ Replenished with the water, the journey continued with haste, but somehow they'd find themselves separated. Professor Lidenbrook's nephew, Axel, found himself alone. His mind was seized with unparalleled fear, and he saw memories of home flashing before him. His fiancée, Grauben, his house and friends in Hamburg. He saw hallucinations of all the incidents of the journey. And unworthy as he felt, he knelt in fervent prayer, and then in panic, he ran blindly through a tunnel only to reach a dead end, where he fell panting for breath. In the darkness, he cried. Voices, voices, voices. He heard voices. He heard his uncle's voice. Due to the shape of the gallery and the conducting power of the rocks, his uncle's voice was uncannily traveling around the walls. And by means of their chronometers, they discovered they were four miles apart. So Axel set about the task of rejoining the professor and their guide. We want to help you. We want to help you. We want to help you. We want to help you. We want to help you. We want to help you. We want to help you. We want to help you. We want to help you. We want to help you. We want to help you. We want to help you. Of a life on earth, gold flashing past. Of home, of brother, friends of whom he's seen his last. Contemplating what his life's been worth, while trapped beneath the earth. An embryo at birth. Pain and fear destroy the beauty I have seen. Of covens where no other man has ever been. Solirionepa holds me as my grave. My final bow, I wait. A life too late to save. Crystals of opaque quartz that enlifted tears. Forming magic chandeliers. Light and bliss that never ends. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Suddenly the ground disappeared from beneath his feet. He fell down a vertical shaft, his head hitting a sharp rock. He lost consciousness. On opening his eyes he found himself with the professor and the guide. And looking around him he saw an ocean stretching as far as the eye could see. A giant forest of mushrooms. A line of huge cliffs. And strange clouds hung overhead as he lay on a deeply indented shore of golden sand strewn with shells. For a moment he thought he was back on the surface of the earth. But he soon realized that they had reached a world within a world. Solirionepa Solirionepa Solirionepa