Look around, shifting walls
Multi-colored, multi-shaped
Never quite sure what they are
Shadows seem to fly in front of your eyes
Monsters appear to rise from the very ground
Above, a light may be coming from heaven
Or is it darkness from heaven...
Shadows, stand and fight
Surrounding you, form a wall
Monsters rise, block the light
(Or is it darkness?)
From view
Suddenly shadows seem to turn
Tearing, clawing fists and arms
Drawing blood from you, from them
Multi-color becomes black
Multi-shaped becomes nothing
Pull, pull towards them
Light pierces the black
Reverses time, avoids death
(Or is it darkness?)
(Creating a perversion)
Shadows, turn and fight
Form a wall, hold the line
Monsters, surround you
Guard you from the darkness
(Or is it the light after all?)
From the twisted colors calls a voice
High pitched, sweet
It bids that you come to it
So it might hold you, banish the darkness
(Or is it light?)
...
Perhaps darkness now shrouds all
Or perhaps, light blinds you
The shadows attack, retreat, defend
Monsters rise, defend, attack
(Or perhaps there are none)
And still the voice calls
Come my child
So that I may hold you
And banish the darkness
Forever and ever
Or is it light?
