Forgotten Tomb

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