The Crypt

In a dream I saw a man A face not strange to me He stared at me while I was asleep and whispered in my ear He led me through the corridors of my ancestral home He stopped one step before one wall, and then I fainted In the eldest wall of my home I found the entrance of a crypt The view I saw was so obscure, Alien remnants, pentagrams and candles of the floor The crypt was made as a passage to the gates of reality And just when I realised the truth, I was in a different shape I hear thousands of sounds Like bestial laughs, deafening flutes and daemonic choirs Possibilities fall under control, unfolding new dimensions