House Of Nostalgia
Herr Morbid
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...