It's the shadow that follows --
It's the brooding moor
That's all that awaits
Beyond every door

Like a strong current
That pulls under ice
Like coal-hued clouds
Blocking the skies

The black dog
The dark hound
The soul fog
The void's sound

A figure, cadaverous,
With Anubis' head
A personal Cerberus
Guarding the dead

A dawn that won't break
A tunnel without ends
A room with no doors
Unmakeable amends

The black dog
The dark hound
The soul fog
The void's sound