Entombed By Winter; House Of Nostalgia

Entombed by Winter

Observe the snow under which
I lie with empty eyes
Losing life, remembrances of cries
Frozen images of last sick days
The forceless body hanged
shows me ill-fated ways.

Recalling desolation, no one cried my death
The acrid taste of rotting takes my breath away
My violet lips covered with frost
The paleness of those walls is lost...
It's fucking lost.

The winter grows cold
It takes me into the frame of dust and old
The silence in me...Please Death set me free

Fallin' upon my buried coffin, the snow freezes my last smile
And the tears are crystallized
But the pain remains in me.

Still and cold and dead- My body lies under the ground
A withered flower falls on me, upon the ice of my grave.

Entombed By Winter...

Take me away, take me where I'm born
Embrace me in your unhuman angst.

Tonight 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 leaving my body once more
As I enter those wretched ancient walls
Corridors of post-mortem existence
I breathe the evilness
of dark deserted rooms.

The smell of distant places in my dreams
Nostalgia, take me home...