Winding halls where the shadows creep,
Stone-carved walls soaked in dread,
A beast in the dark with hunger deep,
Eyes that glow in a sickening red.
Footsteps echo, the air turns cold,
Laughter cracks through the hollow air,
A maze of whispers, a fate foretold,
None who enter will leave from there.
Run through the maze where the dead never sleep,
Follow the path where the lost ones remain,
Doom walks beside you—the Reaper will reap,
Carving your name in the stones of the slain.
Torn from the night, a shadow takes form,
Cloaked in the sorrow of ages untold,
Behind every turn, a gathering storm,
Breath of decay and a touch deathly cold.
Chains of the past still rattle and call,
Bones of the fallen lie strewn in the dark,
The ogre awaits in the depths of the hall,
Hungry for flesh, his teeth leave a mark.
Run through the maze where the dead never sleep,
Follow the path where the lost ones remain,
Doom walks beside you—the Reaper will reap,
Carving your name in the stones of the slain.
Lost in the chambers where time has decayed,
Faces of statues that whisper and cry,
Lurking behind you, the debt must be paid,
Once you are chosen, you cannot defy.
Run through the maze where the dead never sleep,
Follow the path where the lost ones remain,
Doom walks beside you—the Reaper will reap,
Carving your name in the stones of the slain.
The labyrinth breathes with the echoes of fear,
The ogre still waits with a grin sharp as knives,
No one escapes when the Reaper is near,
All who step forward will never survive...
