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.