| Thought I dreamed it again, the place where I constantly wander
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| So far and wrapped in darkness
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| It stands as the incarnation of my obsessions
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| My soul is keaving my body once more
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| As I enter those wretched ancient walls
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| Corridors of post-mortem existence
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| I breathe the evilness of dark deserted rooms
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| Tears falling from my eyes as I walk towars the stairs
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| Haunted by something I can’t perceive
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| A house built on my utter negativity
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| Last visions of a fullmoon, the frozen nighttime wind
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| I lose myself through those endless dungeons
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| Take me away, take me there where I’m born
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| Embrace me in your inhuman angst
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| The smell of distant places in my dreams
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| Nostalgia, take me home… |