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..