[Storyteller.]

She hears a moan at the top of the stairs
but she don't move or fret, just minds her business.
"I swear these walls have been talking to me," she says,
"cause all I hear are the devil's wishes."
She feels his breath down her skin and bones.
Crying out in pain, but no one knows how to find you.
You're lost in darkness. Crying out in vain,
but no one knows how to reach you.
You're lost in darkness again...