Im dunklen Turm [English translation]

Oh, like the whispering under stairs,

From the shadows, ominous clouds billow,

Shaped like nothing, spun to fly,

To grasp and sway in bliss,

From nothing but air under the beams.

Ah, how the glow of the light,

Flickering under doors, the fluorescent, looming glow,

And yet the gloom alone compels

The gray into a thousand shadows, first condensed

And didn't warm the dull sheen of the heart, nor the bones.

Ah, When the grimaces of all terror

From the mirrors, frighteningly evil eyes look

To you, you want to hide,

Want to flee, but behind walls and behind corners

wait only new abominations, and there's no turning back.

So listen, oh wanderer, if you get lost,

Lose your way in the hall of mirrors,

Stand lonely and abandoned in the Labyrinth of Shiver,

Then follow the story, then the sentence, the word,

the look to the future, the step backwards, so you can go on

And close the door, and extinguish the light before you leave.