| Wicked mystery come | |
| in clouds of falling leaves, | |
| that ushers in the cold | |
| and sends us underneath. | |
| We go under the ground, underground | |
| We go under the ground, underground | |
| We travelled unaware | |
| our city was in flames | |
| Left with no planned escape, | |
| we set our hearts ablaze | |
| We go under the ground, underground | |
| We go under the ground, underground |