Moving slowly, but keeping pace.
I have a funny feeling about this place.
The walls are cold to the touch, a few more moments I might run out of luck.
It hides in the shadows, it hides in the dark.
You cannot run, there's nowhere to hide.
I must keep moving, go along for the ride.
I know what I must face, is waiting inside.
There's a fire burning in my heart, I must try to withstand, can't be ripped apart.
This reality is more than a dream, and I can't pretend, I just have to believe.
If you listen close, he'll tell you a story about fallen soldiers who fought with glory.
This place is haunted from ones that have passed, and he knows only the strong can outlast.
The tricks that they have up their sleeves.
The air is getting thin, it's getting hard to breathe.
Almost to the end... bumps on my skin.
I know what I must face, is waiting within.
