Run away, run away - The hordes of hell behind your back
Moon is low, moon is low - You'll soon start to lose the form
End is nigh, end is nigh - A few more steps to stay alive

What is this?
You tremble down a slope so fast
A new escape, or is it really that?

Deep in the pit
You feel something grow on you
'round your neck, 'round your arms
Succumbing you

No, no, no, no, no, NO, NO!
You fell in a trap of the void
The shapeless figures gnawing you
The fight for freedom - desperation...

The means of escape, right on your sight
You grab the void crystal tight
Harness the powers of their own
against themselves

The chance, the branch, rip it off, make your move
Success is but a swift move away, waste no time

The vex...
The vex...
The vex...