House of Nostalgia

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...