Gone کے بول

From they caves they are crawling Seeking their target Today's mission is waiting A lonely widow in her sorrow Her door is so wide open To make her believe "We are the truth, we are the power, we are the key, to neverending land" "Just give your possessions, just give your life, just give your thoughts, just maybe we can rescue you" Striking to her confusion Several eyes and voices Surrounding her No strength left Under long terming pressure Last thought fading... "I'm gone" "We know the questions, we know the answers, we are the few to see the neverending land" "Just give your possessions, just give your life, just give your thoughts, just maybe we can rescue you"