House Of Nostalgia کے بول

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...