Now I am lying down on this killing floor    who is behind the door?    The midnight shadows, they are heavy leaning at my hollow shoulder.    I grow colder    Loosing time    Look at my hollow shoulder    seems that I am growin' colder       Am I really lost in wonder    wasting my time, overstrain my mind    want to be down yonder       Now I must raise stop hiding my face    stand up and glide across the border    of picturesque disorder       I'm prepared for to fight    now time is quite alright    to enter the dark labyrinth    and meet the ever blowin' wind    Here I come!    Start to run!