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