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Meet this night with a silent scream

Nightmares enter without knocking

Give your essence to the stream...

To the stream of agonizing fear

Eyes in the walls watch your soul

Spots on the ceiling sprinkle you with blood

Paralyzing spears of fear

Nail your body to the bed

The reality of dreams

Generates the visions that you dread

Taste of the void on your frozen lips

Dead children’s screams hurting your ears

Lost in the hotel of ghosts

Pressure of moving walls

No servants, no porter, no guests

Only the rustle of rats

This place evokes your forgotten past

With the sorrow of it all

Everything that turned to dust

Now returns, and you can hear its call

Painted in gray, a Lethean stream

Flows through the rooms rocking your bed

Morning will not come again

You will never see the light

Sleep forever gripped by chains

In the cage of this endless night

Slumber is deep. As deep as a grave

A choir of spirits welcomes your soul

Lost in the hotel of ghosts

Pressure of moving walls

No servants, no porter, no guests

Only the rustle of rats



Killed by your own fear

You found the last den

The room with a capsized chair

The shape of a hanged man