Now I am lying down on this killing floor
who is behind the door?
The midnight shadows, they are heavy leaning at my hollow

shoulder.
I grow colder
Loosing time

Look at my hollow shoulder
seems that I am growin' colder
Am I really lost in wonder

wasting my time, overstrain my mind
want to be down yonder
Now I must raise stop hiding my face

stand up and glide across the border
of picturesque disorder
I'm prepared for to fight

now time is quite alright
to enter the dark labyrinth
and meet the ever blowin' wind

Here I come!
Start to run!