Rumbling sounds below the flooring
Distant screams from underground
Hollow chimes call your name, under delusion
Following echoes down the stairway
Stay in bondage, duty-bound
Behind black doors, sceneries in strict seclusion
Dense fog takes your sight
Panicked, stricken
Move on forward if you dare
A flash through the dark
Blinded eyes by a stainless glare
Back and forth under the lashes
Where there's a whip, there is a way
Through the haze, blurry schemes of death and dying
Hands reach out, grasp for assistance
Cold black leather's, what they find
To the rhythm of the damned, tunes of the crying
