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There are forces that wreathe that which most cannot see on their own

Sounds in the night whisper out with their inhuman tones

The darkness it dares you to turn out the lights

Afraid that the shadows won't move

Your heart starts to beat at a threatening pace

And you’re caught between four walls of doom

Your mind fills with songs from the past that you've never once heard

Voices that dance in your mind, so precise, without words

Whispers so loud that they deafen like screams

Like a babe crying out from the womb

A hunger to feast on the fear that you feed

On this night between four walls of doom

Waiting for sleep, praying for dawn

But there's no escape, as the choir sings on