Текст песни Грег Фаршти — ВО ТЬМУ

Makuta led Toa Mahri Matoro deep into the dark recesses of the former prison known as the Pit. It was eerily quiet. Now and then a sea creature darted past, keeping its distance from two beings it no doubt regarded as predators.
"Certainly one of us is." thought Matoro. "Makuta has been preying on the fears of Matoran for as long as I can remember. And I, what have I become? As soon as I realized I wore a mask that let me reanimate the dead, I should have cast it aside, I never should have used it."
"When you are through brooding, I have found what I was seeking." said Makuta. "Here."
Matoro looked where he was pointing. Half buried in rubble was a Kanohi Mask of Power, one whose shape seemed vaguely familiar. Scattered nearby was blue Toa armor. "What is this?" said Matoro.
"All that remains of a Toa of Water named Tuyet." Makuta replied. "She was condemned here many thousands of years ago. She died here, though I don't know why, perhaps she was trying to escape."
"Why was she sent here?"
"It is hard for me to give exact reason since I didn't know 'here' existed until a few days ago. But I do know her crime. She tampered with an object of power that did not belong in her hands, it was too much for her. She went wild, was defeated by Toa Lhikan and Toa Nidhiki, and the object was destroyed, or so the heroes thought."
"Get to the point." said Matoro.
Makuta laughed. "I would have thought it would be obvious. Tuyet is dead, she is also the only one who might know how the powerful artifact, the Nui Stone, could be recreated. I want you to use your mask Matoro, the Mask of Reanimation. I want you to bring her back."