Running swiftly, for the terror in me.
Running quickly, for the fearful thing behind me

Who has made this horror I endure?
Who has cast the dice of my fate?
Why must I run this maze of terror?
Why must I live in constant fear?

I walk the paths laid out before me.
I wander the walkways laid in my path.
The endless maze, the boundless Labyrinth.
There is no escape from this hell of mine.

Who has created this maze of fear?
Is it a god, a demon, or something more?
Something unknown, something unheard of, this something that has power
over me.
Whoever it is, whatever its reasons, I am helpless before its boundless
power.
It forces me to walk this hell of mine, and there is no escape from its
clutches.

My body aches, my legs are lead, but still, I run in terror.
From who I cannot say, from what I do not know, only that I cannot
escape.
So from this I run, wandering the twisted walkways, the endless pathways,
through the terrors, the horrors, of mine own mind.

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