اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Last year I found my way in
Into an old asylum in ruin
Thick silence in the levels under
Wrecked by noises in the tower
Again and again knocking on the door
Howling and creeping on the floor
The patient in the room 320
Trying to come out somehow
Marked in my brain like the scars on the ground
Never an I to forget that sound
Haunting echoes in the corridor
Still filling my nights with terror
Again and again knocking on the door
Howling and creeping on the floor
The patient in the room 320
Forgotten there two hundred years ago
