Fissures open from the top of this cavern
Rain keeps pouring down
Rain keeps pouring down
Howls echo from the distant horizon
I'm chilled by the sound
I'm chilled by the sound
There's a lingering presence here
Though I know I'm all alone
Trapped in here by my fear
Though this is not my home
That last light slowly subsided
I'm shivering in this cold
Shaking all that I've confided
The story that's never been told
Scratches on the wall from my resolve
Paint the pictures of my fading story
With the trickling water it will all dissolve
This flooded tomb will be my glory
Icicles rise like spears from the ground
As the rain keeps pouring down
As the rain keeps pouring down
Reasons so lost in these shadows
That I know they'll never be found
Time slowing down
I'm slowing down
My breath mists like the ghosts in here
Haunting me within this place
Am I shaking from the cold or fear
Of these spectres I cannot face
And their faces eb and flow
Names of which I can't recall
They whisper secrets I should know
The mystery my downfall
Contemplation heavy; palpable, the misty gloom
Have I found my solitude? Or has this cavern become my tomb?
My final shudders, my body giving in
Death now tapping me on the shoulder
Eyes closing as the cold settles in
Enclosing whispers, their touch so much colder
My mind is still, these drops freeze to my face
No longer pondering riddles of the spirits I see
The past now a haze as memories erase
For I am the spirit and the spirit is me...