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...