Lyrics:

Historian
We've arrived at our new home we call the Bay of Dreams
Our abode beneath the flow of endless silver streams

Chemist
Will I ever be free (be free) from the ghosts of my past
Will I ever succeed (succeed) to find peace... at last

Historian
Overhead, a savage sky, beyond our placid bay
Deadly rays from Sirrah's eye, upon the seas they blaze

Chemist
Will I ever adapt (adapt) to this alien life
Will I ever feel trapped (feel trapped), merely trying to survive

TH-1
Will you still be needing me? Will you still be feeding me?
Will you still be heeding me?
Will you still let me serve when you mutate
Into the species roaming these oceans or will I be disengaged?

Diplomat
My life is winding down, as if time has ceased
My world grinds to a halt and nature is at peace
My fears are fading in the wastelands of the deep
My doubts all wash away by the freely twisting streams
TH-1: In the Bay of Dreams

Prophet
Far beyond in the Aftertime, a new world to come
In a far-off galaxy, underneath a distant sun
I see our children, they look like you and me
They await their destiny, I can almost hear their screams
TH-1: In the Bay of Dreams