[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