Obsidian Voice - Stranger in my own grave

The winds' sweet melody was woven around my house
I found myself unable to breathe
so I went out and faced the windy summer
leafs were dancing upon my feet
I saw the sun dying in the evening
black blood was turning the day into night

The cemetary openened its iron door
I felt I had been here before
a hole in the ground suddenly made me fall
from deep inside I heard a call:
Woe to you if you lay down your head
on earth that should be hallowed instead

The summers' face smiled in mirthful sleepiness
slightly eternity revealed its secret
but blind as I was I faced my fears
and life scared me with its steadiness
I wondered where my home could be
I wished to vanish into the air

Unseen I stumbled to find out what I was searching
my bewilderment did its destructive work
I stepped on a snake and felt the poison
like needles cutting my veins in half
the night sucked the air out of my bleeding lungs
I died with tears in my blinded eyes

Where am I welcome, where am I alive, tell me
I am a traveller since the day I was born
I don't know what's behind and I have no prospects
now I roam about with no memories
night and day's the same since I expect nothing
I found my hell between two dimensions