[03:01.95]There are ghosts in every hallway
[03:06.57]In every room, behind every door
[03:12.07]Peering through every window into the past
[03:16.09]Holding onto us in the bitterness of the mire
[03:22.33]Leaving a trace of themselves in the spaces in which they hide
[03:57.14]...but there are no ghosts here...
[04:24.51]There are gods in the wake of every flame
[04:29.08]The fire that betroths the coldness of the void
[04:34.72]In every wind, every tempest, and every snowfall
[04:44.27]In every silence
[04:48.36]Inside every root that reaches deep into the soul of the Earth
[05:18.57]...but there are no gods here...
[05:35.65]Shadows paint the dusk
[05:39.68]Ghosts rise from the flames
[05:45.11]To set alight in the fields
[05:49.99]In robes of smoke and spirit aligned