In the beginning,
the dead had nowhere to go except to wander an empty plain.

But one day, something mysterious happened.
They saw, just beyond the edge of their domain,
great mountains rising in the vast distance.

As the dead were curious,
they trekked across the barren land.
It was a long, long journey to this destination.

Finally, in reaching the foot of the dazzling mountain range,
they discovered colossal-sized doors carved into the mountain sides.
Opening one of them,
they discovered that these were portals into the dreams of the living.

It is here, the dead spin wild, dark stories
while the living temporarily slip into a kind of death called sleep,
and view or become part of them.

Here is where we meet the dead
to gather their collective whispers and cries,
and this is what we spin into song.