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