For days and days I was doing the same nightmare Awakened within visions of needles and knifes I was obsessed with the meaning of this dream It is about something grim in the fog And you'll find nothing who knows the place of the burial I know what is it, and why I know it But I just feel something that mustn't be whispered of Something horrible
But one night I was awakened once more And I decided to dig the grave and destroy the mystery of the dream What I discovered was worse than any nightmare It was the place of my burial The corpse was mine Mine
