Echoes rise from hollow ground,
Every scream’s a twisted sound,
Memories claw through my chest,
No salvation, no more rest.
Shadows grip my burning hand,
Chains are tightening where I stand,
Moon is laughing, sharp and cold,
All my fury turns to mold.
Do you still hear the echo?
Voices drag me down below,
Every whisper rips apart,
Every silence breaks my heart.
Fists collide with walls of stone,
Torn apart but not alone,
Moonlit rage forever flows,
Crimson tide that never slows.
Do you hear it? Do you hear it?
Echo screams — I bleed, I fear it.
Moon above won’t let me go,
Chains forever, thrash below.