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Thought I dreamed it again, the place where |
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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 |
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I walk towars the stairs |
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Haunted by something |
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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 |
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I'm born 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... |
