There's voices again, familiar and faint
they tell me things, intention to taint
they whisper lies into my mind
they make sinners out of saints

I heard her again, an ethereal roar
her mirth rang loud, piercing the door
in death her soul must have bind
again her memory wanders

First the laughter, then the Shadows
behind an edifice, and around it's corners
is it a memory or is it malicious?
darkened figures in it's high windows

There's voices again, calling to me
promising folly and dismallity
should I listen and face insanity?
Or disregard them and their brutality?