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White walls of the madhouse make a good canvas

For his obscure drawings full of sick violence

Pained glints of before gnaw his decayed mind

And when the moon shines he finds a way to run off

Yes, he knows the way

He can not forget

The decrepit house

Where his parents died

Something killed them all

Something from the vault

He could hear their screams

He could see their blood

Stairs to the vault

Descent into the darkness

Mutilated corpses

Eaten by the beast

Tentacles with claws

Red unblinking eyes

A picture that will never...

Will never be forgotten

Tangles of thorns stir In diseased brain

The horror of the past that haunts

You have to come back again and again

To the place where it all began

Years in the madhouse. Dreams full of mad visions

House of his painful childhood draws him with strange force

He always stops at the stairs leading to the vault

He cannot move on and cannot leave this place

The doctors always knew

Where to find the guy

He let take him back

To his madhouse ward

But there was a night

When he overcame

Paralyzing fear -

He went into gloom



Stairs to the vault

Descent into the darkness

Something wraps around...

Around his bleeding feet

Tentacles with claws

Red unblinking eyes

He will rest forever

In his native house