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