In crystalline light We ride without bodies On animals without bodies Through an empty land As night descends We no longer feel We only see... We smoke from the fire Soaring higher, higher Under the...
[Nature, bird sounds. Explosion!] Scout: Move Cyclops, move! Come on, come on, almost - aaahh! Uhh, awww. [Missles whistling.] Woah, who the? [Explosion!] Aaaahh!! [Hard impact, glass breaks. Dove...