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