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