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