Last year I found my way in Into an old asylum in ruin Thick silence in the levels under Wrecked by noises in the tower Again and again knocking on the door Howling and creeping on the floor The patient in the room 320 Trying to come out somehow Marked in my brain like the scars on the ground Never an I to forget that sound Haunting echoes in the corridor Still filling my nights with terror Again and again knocking on the door Howling and creeping on the floor The patient in the room 320 Forgotten there two hundred years ago