Thought I dreamed it again, the
place where I constantly wander
So far and wrapped in darkness

It stands as the incarnation of
my obsessions
My soul is keaving my body once

more
As I enter those wretched
ancient walls

Corridors of post-mortem
existence
I breathe the evilness of dark

deserted rooms
Tears falling from my eyes as I
walk towars the stairs

Haunted by something I can't
perceive
A house built on my utter

negativity
Last visions of a fullmoon, the
frozen nighttime wind

I lose myself through those
endless dungeons
Take me away, take me there

where I'm born
Embrace me in your inhuman
angst

The smell of distant places in my
dreams
Nostalgia, take me home..