[Verse 1] I stepped inside where corridors coil, Ceilings undulate, shadows toil. Whispers curl from corners unseen, Eyes like mercury glint between. [Pre-Chorus 1] Every turn masks a phantom name, Every choice a subtle game. [Chorus 1] Lost in a maze with no guide, Walls shiver, the night won’t hide. The air hums secrets, the floors deceive, I wander through webs I can’t leave. [Verse 2 — goblins] Goblins scuttle with chittering mirth, Tales of trickery, riddles of earth. They vanish, return, a twitching ballet, Eyes like garnets, darting away. [Pre-Chorus 2] I stumble on steps that writhe beneath, Corridors whisper, illusions seethe. [Chorus 2] Lost in a maze with no guide, Goblins skitter from every side. The walls twist, riddles coil, I chase the phantoms that recoil. [Verse 3 — glimpse of the King] A figure waits on a distant dais, Sharp jaw, glinting crown, eyes like ice. Velvet cloak swirls, silver threads ignite, A grin that teases between fear and delight. [Pre-Chorus 3] Hands brush stone that writhes like snakes, Every heartbeat, a choice that breaks. [Chorus 3] Lost in the maze with no guide, The King watches, eyes open wide. Magic hums in the twisting halls, I chase the light, but darkness calls. A magic dance of shadowed walls, Should you need us, the goblins’ voice calls. [Verse 4 — approach to the King] Steps falter on the spiral stone, Goblins vanish; I walk alone. Candles flicker, air tastes of thyme, Each breath a cadence outside of time. [Pre-Chorus 4] I reach for the crown that gleams afar, The corridors twist like a blackened star. [Chorus 4] Lost in the maze with no guide, The King’s gaze pierces, nowhere to hide. Every turn a test, every step a dare, I chase the light, but it’s never there. [Bridge — industrial/gothic tension] Walls pulsate, floors breathe slow, Candles gutter, shadows grow. Goblins dance on edges of sight, I feel the pull of the King’s delight. [Guitar/Violin Solo — frenetic, magical] [Guitar/Violin Solo] [Chorus 5 — climax: locked in oubliette] Lost in the maze, the King steps near, I tumble down into the oubliette’s sphere. Cold stone walls, no light to see, The labyrinth claims what belongs to me. [Outro — fading industrial echoes] Shadows coil, silence hums, I am a whisper where the darkness drums. A magic dance lingers in the hall, Should you need us, we answer the call.

Twist of Walls