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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 From Letras Mania