It's your voice that whispers in the night—
coming from the walls, from my mind,
constant as shadows lengthen around me
and everything else fades to grey...
Behind a door closed to keep the night at bay
Voices talk of quiet places where the air is haunted
Where moments stay forever
And the floorboards whisper the secrets of ghosts...
Tread the path through wild thickets
Overgrown with the remnants of legend
Once made flesh, now to dust returned
Fear not the shadows stirring in this place...