step inside the hall of perdition

not even the shadows have invited you

what can you hear, what can you feel?

someone breathing timidly gasping for air

whispers echo endlessly

and you know that there is no one here



horror lurks wherever you hide it

would you forsake your life to escape?



there is nothing in this world

no life left in emptiness

those you fear are afraid of no one

you are alone and you don't know where



silent steps echo in the deep waters

while all is beautiful under a dying sun



under the branches of dead trees

you sit and listen to dead birds

the night leaves you believing in nothing

your body shivers from the cold

and you won't find your way back

when your eyes get used to the dark



silent steps echo in the deep waters

the duskfall clad in shadows counting hours

drops splinter the path from the edge of the world

while all is beautiful under a dying sun



there is nothing in this world

no life left in emptiness

those you fear are afraid of no one

you are alone and you don't know where

and your eyes have gotten used to the dark



one more wandered with hands in the moss

while drops splinter the path from the edge of the dark

tomorrow all will be dead under the sun