For days and days
I was doing the same nightmare
Naked of needles and knifes
I was obsessed with the meaning of this dream
It is about something grim in the fog
You will find no one knows the place of the burial
I know what it and i know it
And i just feel something that mustn't be whispered of
Something horrible
But one night i was waking once more
And i decided to and destroy the mystery of the dream
What i discovered was a nightmare
It was the place of my burial
The corpse was mine, mine
