I can't recognize what I won't leave behind. Am I sleeping? Her voice calls me to wake. A fate wandering. These rooms have grown, what's happened to my home? Walls sprawl, beams bend, the walk which has no end. Scour the endless towards what I'll never find. I know you're here, why do I feel left behind? I can't recall how long it's been, or what's left of this death I live. Bound to forget, and join the forgotten. Like the body, the soul becomes rotten. I can't recall how long it's been, or what's left of this death I live. I can't recognize what I won't leave behind. A-gain waking, my nightmare in rewind, these features blurring. Dead steps shall roam, true Hell is spent alone. I sleep, I wake, no life for me to take. Dark halls, wind and swallow. Dark halls, bleak and hollow. Just when I think there's no one, emerging from the black. He is the purest hunger, and the drinker of what's left. I will not, relinquish my hold. Our memory washed out in the tide's pull. What is lost may wait in the light. In death I sleep, I wake. In death I sleep, I wake. In death I sleep, I wake.