A whisper in the hallway
A shadow on the wall
Presence in your room
But noone's there at all.

Hissing at the serpant
Grasping for my hand.
Drawing me, dragging me
To the Spirit Land.

Kicking my emotions
Wondering what to do
Knowing of the power
And asking if its true

Having ears to hear it
Using eyes to see
That forces of the underworld
Are reaching out for me.