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...