| Down into the dark I go, armed with just a candle and then my soul
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| Cryptic messages written on the floor
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| Rats are nibbling at my feet, I send one off to nevermore
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| Too much darkness, spiders on my eyes
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| Webs are hanging from my thighs, the fatter ones must die
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| I see shadows walking straight and tall
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| I don’t know how they move, dancing on the walls
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| Presence of fear, a presence so near
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| I wonder what could be so powerful beyond the dark
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| Human bones… in little chambers all along the narrow halls
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| Catacomb, death over life… catacomb, am I here to die?
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| I see a light, I push some bones aside
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| Down into the dark I go, another chamber, a chamber with a glow
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| Could this be a doorway to another world?
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| Or darkness playing tricks, with my little mind?
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| The virgin mary is standing tall
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| A full size figure carved in wood up against the wall
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| Her face is peeling from all the years gone by
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| Is it just a statue, or is it what I’m looking for?
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| I break her face and see another one instead
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| The mummy’s face appears as the bandages they fall
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| Dried out face with hate upon me gaze
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| How grotesque… the mummy wears a crown of thorns
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| From the empty sockets where it’s eyes should be
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| An entity of light is pouring out towards me
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| And then the sound… jesus christ, what have they done to you?
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| I’m running for my life, I’m running from the night
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| But it’s so hard to breathe, the stench down here is much too much
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| Satan help me, help me god
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| Help me anyone, anyone who hears my cry of fear
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| Cold winds from far beyond the dark
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| Chasing through the catacomb and breathing down my neck
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| Human bones… in little chambers all along the narrow halls
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| Catacomb, death over life… catacomb, am I here to die?
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| I know I’m here to die |