Black Corridor - Worshipper

Calling out, can you hear me?

No one’s there to listen when you call

Hanging on for an answer

Swallowed by the silence of the sound

What’s that you say?

There’s no one here to help you

As you go down

The black corridor

The black corridor

Hand sweating, blood letting

No one’s there to help you when you fall

Knees shaking, teeth breaking

Blinded by the darkness that surrounds

What’s that you say?

There’s no one here to help you

As you go down

The black corridor

The black corridor

Black corridor

Black corridor

Black corridor

Black corridor