Silly people, mazes are for minotaurs.

Running through the labyrinth
The paths the turn and twist
Rising, shifting walls are rising
Endless sea of steel and stone

Here you pant, drenched in sweat
The maze holds you against its breast
Searching for an exit
Non-existant, never found
The beast alone knows the way
And he hunts your scent with flaring nostrils

Clip Clop Clip Clop
Stomp like a minotaur
Kick like a beast
Stomp like a minotaur
Kick like a beast

His axe raising sparks as it drags across the ground
Trotting at your heels like a blood-craved hound
Curved horns sharpened especially for you
Head bent low, charging in and running through
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!
Hear the hoofbeats roar
Stompy needs a sacrifice
You see walls, ceiling and floor
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!
But alas you see no door

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