Obscura Hail - Thrill In Hiding lyrics

They can't always check downstairs Inside closets, unawares Our fellow members, hidden defenders Lurking in foreign territory Probing the corners, waiting to be found And I whisper, "where are you now?" Turn the doorknob made from a diamond rod A rush of air forces its scent of timber and lead As if an ancient tomb had been discovered Dirty basement, broken boards, shadows dancing on the walls Waiting to be seen And I feel the watchful eye, spying from under the armoire The darkness is its own, this formless entity