The wind of life

Darker and darker still
Through the caving walls
The hunting floors go deeper still
So fly through the call
A silver lining up above 
Shows no proof of slowing down
Left to right
Back to front
What about below?
Prove your place in this world
And see the bigger picture 
or meet your bitter end
Alas my poor old friend
Only water can corrupt
Your poor-hearted soul