Only a pale light greets me as I arrive
Empty corridor as I enter
Pulpit at the end
I was there
Words drown as the walls give way

The grand division
Roaring pipes surround me
Reaching towards the sky
Growing like massive trunks
Notes with faces
Ascending to darkness
Trunks with a voice
The grand division

Once inside
Bright like a city of silver
Calm like a morning lake
Buried in the dust of time
Forgotten and faded away
Found through the passage
Explored like a forest

The grand division
Roaring pipes surround me
Ascending to darkness
Trunks with a voice
The grand division