NARRATION 1: A VISION
On the 24th of May 1863,
Professor Lindenbrook and his nephew Axel discovered an old parchment within
a 12st century volume entitled "Heims Kringla", itself a chronicle
of the Norwegian Princes who had ruled over Iceland. Written in runic manuscript
by Arne Saknussemm (an alchemist of the 16th century) it translated:-
.... "Descend into the crater of Sneffels Yokul, over which the shadow
of Scataris falls before the kalends of July, bold traveller, and you will reach
the centre of the earth."
Two centuries forward from this discovery, three geologian explorers traversed
land and sea before they reached the mass of volcanic tufa known as Iceland.
Veiled in sacrecy, their purpose: - to emulate the journey that had been taken
by their forefathers two hundred years previous.
For fear of being followed, their identities were known to no-one, and for this
reason, as they began their ascent through vast fields of ice toward the magnificent
snowy nightcap of the Sneffels volcano, their expectations bacame inexplicably
interwined with those of unease, as they prepared to challenge timeless history.
On reaching the tabletop summit, they slowly descended into the crater of Sneffels
Yokul....
.... And so began:-
"The Return To The Centre Of The Earth".
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The Return Overture
Rick
Wakeman
CHOIR
Return to the centre of the earth
A world within a world,
An endless journey in time.
Return to an origin of life,
Of secrets left untold,
A mountain yet to climb,
A story to unfold.
Return to the origin of life,
To the hidden cry of man,
To a sanctuary of life beneath the earth,
Return to the centre of the earth.
To the return to the centre of the earth,
To the centre of the earth,
To the centre of the earth,
To the centre of the earth.
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Apertura
"El Regreso"
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NARRATION 2: MOTHER EARTH
a. THE SHADOW OF JUNE
The base of the crater comprised
three separate shafts which yawned beneath their feet. According to the original
parchment of Arne Saknussemm, in the last days of the month of June, the shadow
of Scataris would fall upon the opening they were to enter. They knew, from
the documentation of Professor Lidenbrook, that the central shaft was the one
that he had taken, but to their astonishment, as the shadow fell, it cast itself
over the westerly entrance. Nature had declared for them a different route.
Following a gallery of lava which had created a natural descending staircase,
their anticipation heightened at the realisation that they had now embarked
upon an entirely new journey.
b. THE GALLERY
On reaching the end of the shaft,
they entered a narrow tunnel, its calcareous rock walls dating back to the evolution
of plant and animal life. Ever-descending, they continued through arch after
arch, gallery after gallery, their lights constantly reflecting off variegated
white and red veined marble indelibly stamped with impressions of primitive
life. As their descent continued, they discovered threads of copper and manganese,
whilst displayed within the rock walls, beautiful verdant tints coloured traces
of platinum and gold. This, the buried treasure of Mother Earth.
c. THE AVENUE OF PRISMED
LIGHT
For what seemed an eternity, the
labyrinth wove a sinuous and winding path, its spiral descent finally reaching
an end as the gallery opened up to become a vast mineral forest majestically
illuminated by phosphorescent light. Stalagmites and stalactites served as prisms
from which rainbow-coloured beams flew in every direction, simultaneously lighting
a pathway through this newly-discovered, subterranean, mineralogical kingdom.
It led to an almost perfectly formed, descending terrestrial staircase.
d. THE EARTHQUAKE
After successfully negotiating
the avenue of prismed light, they reached the staircase. Carefully they began
the slow descent into the ever-darkening chasm. As tiredness took hold, the
weary travellers found shelter within a recess that nature had carved out of
the rock wall as if awaiting their arrival. As they lay exhausted, the ground
beneath them began to tremble. Slight at first, the tremors soon increased to
terrifying proportions. Huge cracks appeared all around them, and fear replaced
bewilderment. The earth cried out in pain as if its subterranean world was about
to split into a thousand fragments. The earthquake had begun.
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Buried Alive
Rick
Wakeman
VERSE 1 Nowhere
left for me to hide.
Waiting for my paranoia.
Way too late
to change my mind.
No-one wants to beat me.
Locked away no place to go.
Everything is disappearing.
Angels rush
to meet the foolish.
No-one comes to meet me.
CHORUS I'm
just buried alive.
Nowhere else left to hide.
No-one knows me inside.
No-one gets out alive.
VERSE 2 (Alive)
again don't breathe a word.
Listen hard and hear the silence.
Starve the
poor and feed the rich.
There's no revolution.
Build me up
then knock me down.
Watch my life collapse around me.
Prison cells
with no release date.
There is no resolution.
CHORUS No-one
gets out alive.
Nowhere else left to hide.
No-one knows me inside.
I'm just buried alive.
BRIDGE Come
and get me and take me away.
I don't want you to go.
I'm locked in a nightmare.
Where you never stay.
It can't be the end of the show.
TAG 1 Head
for the wings and then run for your life.
I hope you have somewhere to hide.
The devil,
no longer has all the best tunes.
We've all been buried alive.
CHORUS No-one
wants to be me.
No-one cares if I'm free.
Only God knows that we're all buried alive.
TAG 2 No-one
wants to come and save me.
No-one wants to save my face.
No-one wants to stand beside me.
No-one wants to take my place.
CHORUS I'm
just buried alive.
Nowhere else left to hide.
No-one knows me inside.
No-one gets out alive.
CHORUS No-one
wants to be me.
No-one cares if I'm free.
Only God knows that we're all buried alive.
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Ardiendo
vivo
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NARRATION 3: THE ENIGMA
Buried alive in their
own private chamber beneath the fallen rocks, their source lights illuminated
a fissure in the recessed wall which had opened just wide enough for them to
pass through. Immediately they were faced with a network of caves, one of which
appeared to exude minute traces of natural light. Selecting this route, they
found themselves stepping, through a walled gallery of hieroglyphic art, a seemingly
never-ending pastiche of ancient man and his constant struggle for survival.
They knew, from Professor Lidenbrook's documentation, that on his journey two
hundred years previously, he himself had encountered a giant herdsman in earth's
inner sanctum. As they strove to decipher the enigma that surrounded them, they
realised that having already survived many thousands of years of almost static
evolution within this magical kingdom beneath the Earth's crust, it was not
inconceivable that this species of man still existed, and it was to his world
they had come, uninvited, and almost certainly unwelcome.
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Is Anybody there?
Rick
Wakeman
CHORUS 1 Does
anyone know my name?
Is there anybody there?
You're as near me as you can ever be,
Watching me,
Watching me.
TAG 1 Does
anyone love me?
Does anyone need me?
Nobody knows my name,
Takes my blame,
Feels my pain.
CHORUS 2 Does
anyone care for me?
I just need a life to share.
All my life I've searched
For someone just like you.
Is there anybody there?
Is anyone there?
Anyone there?
VERSE 1 I don't
know why you make me wanna stay,
'Cos there's no-one left to love.
I'm losing my life for a reason,
I'm losing my life 'cos of you.
TAG 2 Is anybody
really there?
BRIDGE No-one
waits for no-one,
No-one cares at all.
Nowhere left to hang around,
No-one left to call.
Patience is
my virtue,
By virtue of my shame.
Broken pieces everywhere,
Everything's a game.
Where have
all the people gone
That once were in my life.
Why has everybody gone away?
CHORUS 3 Does
anyone know my name?
Or does anybody care?
There's a reason
Why I know I have to stay,
So is there anybody there?
I'm losing
my life for a reason,
I'm losing my life 'cos of you.
I want to know you're out there just for me.
CHORUS 4 I'm
tired of waiting here for you,
Now I've made up my mind.
You're no good,
I don't need you.
I don't care anymore when you cry.
I'm sending
my love far away
With a piece of my heart
And a tear for each day
That I cried,
So there must be a reason for living,
There must be a reason for loving.
It's all right,
It's all right.
TAG 4 Will
anybody really care
If I just walk away,
With a tear in each eye
And a reason not to stay?
Does anybody
really know me?
Does anybody really care?
Is there anybody there?
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¿Hay
alguien ahí?
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NARRATION 4: THE RAVINE
The dim traces of natural light
grew stronger as they continued their journey through the galleried cave. Suddenly,
the eastern wall came to an abrupt end, opening out to display a huge ravine
that stretched as far as the eye could see. Waterfalls poured from fissures
in the rockface whilst moss-covered walls danced with pin-points of golden light
as thousands of tiny fireflies awoke to this unexpected intrusion. The impression
was that of gazing down upon a city at night dancing beneath the stars. The
Dance of A Thousand Lights
NARRATION 5: THE SHEPHERD
With great care they negotiated
the pathway that circumvented the ravine. Finally they descended onto a plateau
rich in vegetation where the earth had been constantly fed by abundant waterfalls.
Huge palmacites, bound together by complicated masses of creeping vines, grew
above carpets of graminivorous plant life. Deprived of the vivifying warmth
of the sun, they were colourless and without perfume. Mesmerised by this wondrous
sight, they somehow became oblivious to all sounds and movements emanating from
within the forest. Suddenly they were awakened from their inner dreams as the
dense foliage wall spread open before them and they found themselves confronted
by a manifestation that surpassed all known human comprehension. In front of
them stood prehistoric creatures of the Tertiary and Duaternary periods. A herd
of gigantic mastodons. They in turn were marshalled by a human proteus who stood
over twelve feet high. The giant shepherd turned and walked toward them in a
slow and deliberate manner. Unarmed, and with no place to hide, they remained
transfixed as he came within two metres of where they stood. Without acknowledgement
he passed them by, his eyes motionless and staring directly ahead at all times.
The shepherd had evolved in darkness, and without natural sunlight had no need
of sight. His world was without vision.
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Mr. Slow
Rick Wakeman
VERSE 1 You
know, I've waited all my life, my friend,
Even though the story has no end,
All my friends they call me Mr. Slow,
It's all right,
It's all right.
VERSE 2 If
I could dream my life each day, I would,
Never tried to learn, just understood
That your life goes faster if you're slow,
It's all right,
It's all right.
CHORUS 1 I'm
watching my life fade away,
Each second last more than each day,
I have said all I know, all I want, to say.
VERSE 3 I only
want to know that I can see
In the other world inside of me.
There's a password just for Mr. Slow,
It's all right,
It's all right.
CHORUS 2 I'm
watching my life fade away,
If only you'd come home to stay.
There is just nowhere for people to go,
Where is your friend Mr. Slow?
I'm searching
for time I once had,
Each second lasts more than a day,
I have said all I know, all I want, to say.
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Señor
"Lento"
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NARRATION 6: BRIDGE OF
TIME
Continuing their journey around
the edges of the forest, they crossed a small, natural rock bridge that led
them behind a waterfall to the entrance of a small tunnel. At first, able only
to proceed on their hands and knees in a lizard-like fashion, progress was slow,
but as the downward slope became increasingly pronounced, more and more water
poured from the fractures in the tunnel walls making the cave floor damp and
slippery. No longer able to affect their rate of descent, they found themselves
rapidly gaining speed as they slid downwards at an alarming rate. Constant buffeting
a waited their every twist and turn as they continually drifted in and out of
consciousness. Hurtling out of control through a maze of underground water-chutes,
only the inner earth could confess to knowing their destiny.
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Never is a Long,
Long Time
Rick Wakeman
VERSE
1 Nothing comes of nothing,
Never is a long, long time,
Waiting in the queue for a life to start,
It's a waste of your time and mine.
VERSE 2 No time like the present,
Tomorrow never comes,
An underground journey through your mind,
Never mind, the fun's only just begun.
BRIDGE Speed kills, going nowhere,
Fast life, in a meltdown,
Spaceman in the fast lane,
Never is the right time.
Head down, 'til we're certain, showdown,
Just a maze of secrets left unasnwered,
Never is a long, long time.
CHORUS Find the answer, ask the question,
Pay the price, the count the cost,
Take the prize and never finish,
Life is won, life is lost.
Free yourself from independence,
Give Big Brother all control,
Look around, obey the sign,
Ever-falling to the place of retribution,
Never-ending journey, finding reasons to be free.
Free from questions, giving answers,
Count the cost then pay the price.
Never is a long, long time,
Ever-moving downward, sign of time decreasing,
Everlasting movement, to the centre of the earth.
Never is a long, long,
Never is a long, long...
VERSE 3 Welcome to the longest journey,
To a place you'll never, ever go.
Welcome to a theme that doesn't have a park,
Without a life, a place without a home.
VERSE 4 Hear the voice of freedom,
Singing the eternal line,
Looking for a sixht dimension,
Never is a long, long time.
CHORUS Speed kills, going nowhere,
Fast life in a meltdown,
Spaceman, in the fast lane,
Never is the right time.
Head down, 'til we're certain, showdown,
Just a maze of secrets left unanswered,
Never is a long, long time.
CHORUS
2 Find the answer, ask the question,
Pay the price and count the cost,
Take the prize and never finish,
Look around, all is lost.
Free yourself from independence,
Give Big Brother all control,
Look around, obey the sign,
Ever-moving downward, sign of time decreasing,
Everlasting movement, to the centre of the earth.
Never is a long time,
Never is a long time,
Never is a long, long time.
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Nunca es
mucho, mucho tiempo
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NARRATION 7: TALES FROM
THE LIDENBROOK SEA
a. RIVER OF HOPE
Eventually they found themselves
expelled with great force into a fast-flowing river. Exhausted, they clung to
passing driftwood. As the waters slowly calmed, a stillness filled the air,
and as they viewed all around them, they realised that they had been carried
into a vast ocean stretching as far as the eye could see to an achromatic horizon.
Behind them and on each side were enormous cliffs and huge capes, the landscape
lit with clear dry whiteness in the nature of the aurora borealis, demonstrating
the incredible phenomena of endless daylight. They had discovered The Lidenbrook
Sea.
b. HUNTER AND HUNTED
A natural tide, governed by the
unseen moon, carried them to shore within a small cove. Huge pieces of driftwood
lay scattered all around, whilst beneath their feet the bones of antediluvian
sea-reptiles formed a fossil beach. Gazing out to sea they witnessed translucent
fish from a far-gone age leap high above the waves for but a brief second of
time, before caressing the surface and disappearing beneath the gentle swell
of the ocean. Above this playful exhibition, to their stunned amazement, a huge
creature, a pterodactyl, flew in ever-decreasing circles preparing to home in
on its prey. Behind them, from a crevice high in the cliff-face, the largest
prehistoric winged lizard from the Jurassic period prepared for flight. The
Quetzalcoatlus. With a huge wingspan measuring twice that of its enormous angular
body, it took off towards its predetermined battle zone. Sensing danger, the
pterodactyl turned in mid-air to flee, but the speed and ferocity of the attack
had caught the creature completely unawares. Its role as the hunter had now
become that of the hunted.
c. FIGHT FOR LIFE
As the queltzalcoatlus inflicted
wound after wound upon its hapless victim, large droplets of blood rained into
the sea below, forming dark crimson circular pools before being hastily dispersed
by the waves, eager to destroy all evidence. As the pterodactyl lost its fight
for life, it fell to the mercy of the ocean, where, just minutes earlier, the
fish it had hunted for food now reserved the roles in nature's play. As the
quetzalcoatlus returned to its refuge in the cliff-face, the Lidenbrook Sea
gave no clue as to the drama they had just witnessed.
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The Kill
Rick
Wakeman
CHOIR
Final call,
No more time,
Heaven waits in your mind.
No place to go,
No time to run,
No pardon from the Holy one.
The final countdown has begun,
A time to live,
Another life to die for.
Time to kill,
Time to die,
Time to fill,
Time to cry.
Play for time,
Time for play,
Pay the fine,
Time to pay.
Time to fill,
There is no place for you to run,
Time to cry,
There is no place for you to hide.
Time to kill,
The reach the point of no return,
Time to die,
A never-ending race with time.
Play for time,
No-one around to hear your cry,
Time for play,
The only reason to be still,
Pay the fine,
There is no answer to your call.
Time to pay,
The only answer is the kill.
No place to run,
No place to run and hide,
The time has come to prepare the other side,
The way to Heaven's door is open wide.
A time to live,
Another life to die for,
Waiting to kill.
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El asesinato
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NARRATION 8: TIMELESS
HISTORY
In order to connect with the original
documented route, the three travellers were aware that they had to cross the
Lidenbrook Sea. Having made raft, as their predecessors had done before them,
they set sail in a Southerly direction. As the air grew heavy, the surface of
the water became a window of evolution through which angular scaled fish covered
with bright enamel could be seen dwelling amongst pterychtis and dipterides,
the latter being a two-finned fish, until then presumed extinct. With the shore
no longer in view, the lay motionless afloat the Lidenbrook Sea. With all around
them seemingly locked in timeless history, they could only wonder as to what
destiny would befall them. As one, they closed their eyes and prayed.
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Still Waters Runs Deep
Rick
Wakeman
VERSE
1 Someone cries, but there's no-one to hear,
No more time in an endless day,
No place to hide as the secrets unfold,
No more time left to fade away.
1st
BRIDGE My life,
Gone from view,
Without love,
Without you.
VERSE
2 Close your eyes, for there's nothing to see,
Only dreams hiding far away.
No tears to cry now I'm left all alone,
Only seems like another day.
CHORUS
No-one can hear me,
A cry everlasting,
Bridges of time hidden deep within earth.
Not in this life is complete understanding,
A feeling of hope and of peace within earth.
2nd
BRIDGE Still waters run,
Still waters run,
Still waters run deep.
VERSE
3 Waiting alone there is no peace of mind,
Only fear of another day.
Lost in eternity, no end in sight,
Only dreams of another way.
CHORUS
2 No-one can hear me,
A cry everlasting,
A feeling of hope and of peace on this earth.
2nd
BRIDGE Still waters run,
Still waters run,
Still waters run deep.
CHORUS
3 A feeling of hope
And of peace on this earth.
2nd
BRIDGE Still waters run,
Still waters run,
Still waters run deep.
Still waters run,
Still waters run,
Still waters run deep.
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Aún
la corriente es fuerte
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NARRATION 9: TIME WITHIN
TIME
a. THE EBBING TIDE
The ebbing tide eventually carried
them onto a small island strewn with giant turtle shells, on the far side of
which a narrow strait of water flowed. This, the final gulf between them and
the subterranean mainland. The island appeared alive, as geysers of hot steam
forced their way through crevasses in the salacious sandstone, creating hot
springs wherever the ground had sunk to form natural basins. They watched in
fascination as plumes of vapour rose majestically into the air, creating heavily-laden
clouds from which each returning droplet assumed the prismatic colours of the
rainbow. As the warm humid air gently eased the pain of their aching limbs,
the three weary travellers fell exhausted to the ground, where they slept. As
they slept, they dreamed of the world they were now part of. A world within
a world. Time within time. A dream within dreams.
b. THE ELECTRIC STORM
They were awakened by the noise
of an electric storm. The waves had destroyed their raft and the sea was a raging
torrent, racing at great speed along the strait, which now took on the appearance
of rapids. Each taking refuge inside one of the giant turtle shells, their chances
of survival lessened by each passing second as huge waves swept them along the
narrow strait toward an enormous gaping black hole, into which the anguished
water poured at an alarming rate. All around them forked streaks of lightning
plunged and attacked in every direction, some of which metamorphosed into globes
of fire, which, for inexplicable reasons beyond their understanding, began to
chase the turtle shells as they plunged violently, one by one, into the black
hole. After falling for what seemed and eternity, they were suddenly shot sideways
at terrific velocity into a tunnel which had barely enough room to spare between
the shell and the ceiling above their heads. Although they were many leagues
beneath the earth's crust, the tunnel behind them was bathed in white blinding
light, as, despite their being given both guidance and propulsion of great speed
by the rapid flow of water, the globes of fire had chosen the same route. The
chase was on as they prepared for the ride of their lives.
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The Ride of Your Life
Rick
Wakeman
VERSE
1 Non-stop to freedom,
It's an absolute beginning,
A lottery to nowhere,
With an even chance of winning.
Listen for the countdown
On your biggest fantasy ride.
1st
BRIDGE Strap yourself in as tight as you can,
I've no reason to scare you,
I'm just part of your fantasy ride.
It's all right,
Hold on tight,
And prepare for the ride of your life!
MIDDLE
8 Let your body take the strain,
You know you're way out of control,
Your only chance is hanging on,
A chance to play the starring role.
I am the answer to your prayers,
I am the nightmare in your soul.
2nd
BRIDGE Tighten up, it's almost time to depart,
Let every muscle in your body take the strain.
You must be really very nervous at the front of the queue,
There's no need to explain,
But I'll say it again.
CHORUS
Climb aboard for the ride of your life,
Hold on tight for the time of your life,
Climb aboard for the ride of your life,
Starts now,
Starts now.
CHORUS
Climb aboard for the ride of your life,
There's no substitution for getting a life,
Hold on tight for the ride of your life,
Starts now,
Starts now.
1st
BRIDGE Strap yourself in as tight as you can,
I've no reason to scare you,
I'm just part of your fantasy ride,
It's all right,
Hold on tight,
And prepare for the ride of your life!
CHORUS
Climb aboard for the ride of your life,
Just lay back, enjoy the time of your life,
Hold on tight and have the ride of your life,
And I mean ride.
CHORUS
Climb aboard for the ride of your life,
A real-life fantasy for once in your life.
I said, hold on tight, you're just beginning a life,
And I mean life,
You gotta life.
CHORUS
Climb aboard for the ride of your life,
Just lay back, enjoy the time of your life.
I said, hold on tight and have the ride of your life,
And I mean ride.
CHORUS
Climb aboard for the ride of your life,
I said just...
Climb aboard for the ride of your life.
You've got to...
Climb aboard for the ride of your life,
And I mean ride.
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La carrera
de tu vida
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NARRATION 10: FLOATING
a. GLOBES OF FIRE
As the tunnel finally reached
its end, they found themselves, safe in the giant turtle shells, floating at
the bottom of an enormous shaft, but realisation told them that their frightening
experience was not yet over. Probing the air from out of the aperture that had
so unceremoniously expelled them at the end of their terrifying ride, a powerful
beam of light searched the cavern around them. As the light intensified, they
realised that their pursuers were also nearing the end of their journey. With
trepidation, they awaited the arrival of the globes of fire.
b. CASCADES OF FEAR
With a series of thunderous reports,
the globes of fire flew into the cavernous shaft as if fired from a giant cannon.
Hovering above their intended victims, they executed rapid gyratory movements
while shooting off narrow laser-like beams in ever-changing directions. Finally,
as the light grew to unbelievable intensity, the globes of fire exploded, turning
into cascades of living flame and flooding the shaft with thousands of minuscule
luminous particles before leaving their terrified human prey in semi-darkness,
lit only from a pinpoint of light which originated many leagues directly above
them.
NARRATION 11: THE VOLCANO
a. TONGUES OF FIRE
They were rising. Not at a great
speed, but their upward motion was irrefutable. The hot bubbling water that
surrounded them gradually began to inspissate, ultimately becoming a thick,
boiling lava paste. A heat haze, created from the hot vapours, hung menacingly
above the angrym molten surface. Unlike the dormant crater of Sneffels, where
they had begun their journey, the volcanic shaft they were now in was active.
The intense heat, eased only by the now incredible rapidity of ascent, was almost
unbearable. A sepulchral light penetrated the vertical gallery as tongues of
fire danced all about them. The absence of burning lava confirmed that they
were not in the main shaft of the volcano, but in a parallel, accessory conduit.
Their continual rate of ascent grew at an alarming pace as they fought their
way through burning clouds of volcanic cinders toward the opening of light above
, itself racing downward, at equal velocity, to meet them.
b. THE BLUE MOUNTAINS
Upon reaching the yawning mouth
of the auxiliary shaft, their speed decreased rapidly, and they found themselves
gently floating away from one of the myriad of earth's pores that littered the
mountainside. Numerous additional streams of lava ran all around them like fiery
serpents seeking out their prey. In realative safety they watched the main eruption
fire vast amounts of molten lava high into the air. Three thousand miles from
their original starting point, amidst the eastern archipelago of mythological
memory, the gazed in wonder, as had the journeyers of two hundred years before
them, upon the Blue Mountains of Calabria and the mountain that had expelled
them, Mount Etna. So ended "The Return To The Centre Of The Earth".
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The End of the Return
Rick
Wakeman
CHOIR
Return to the centre of the earth,
A world within a world,
An endless journey in time.
Return to an origin of life,
Of secrets left untold,
A mountain there to climb.
Return to the centre of the earth,
Heaven waiting for life to appear
In a perfect creation of time,
A message for no-one to hear.
Time,
Time within a world,
Centre,
Centre of the earth,
Searching for secrets of time,
A sign.
Return to the origin of time,
To the hidden cry of man,
To a sanctuary of life beneath the earth,
A meeting place,
A point of no return to the centre of the earth.
The return to the centre of the earth,
To a meeting place of time in a hidden inner world.
Return to the centre of the earth,
To a wonderland of dreams,
Everlasting in the understanding of our belonging,
And to the race that can never be won.
Evermore the meaning of a future presence,
With the oracle leading to the centre of the earth,
The earth,
Return,
Return to the centre of the earth,
To a wonderland of dreams,
There's a world within a world,
Find the place of no return,
To the centre of the Earth.
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El fin
del regreso |
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Os invitamos a ver vídeos de Riverside, Trepalium, Virus, Doro, In Flames y Soundgarden. 
Continuamos con esta nueva serie sobre las canciones que nos parecen más especiales de los grupos progresivos más conocidos. En esta 4ª entrega hemos elegido a Emerson, Lake & Palmer. 
Continuamos con esta sección, en la que intentaremos aconsejaros películas sobre el mundo del rock. Vamos con 'Lemmy'.
