The festival

I carry on, I can hear the eastern sea
Under the hill, the city sleeps in silent wintertime
How many times have I walked this bridge across the stream?
Yet, in my mind I know I never walked this road before
Deep in my dreams lies horror for the books that should not be
There is no one to keep those dreams locked deep inside of me
How can this be? My father did not mention any tunnels
Descending slowly, with creatures that should crawl instead of walk
Oh Lord, have mercy on my soul!