Tekster: Madder Mortem. 4 chambers.

Chamber of the mourner
Ashes of a morning mass
Six feet of earth to lay
On wooden home forever


Chamber of the griever
Hope of dawn cut away
Bowing to defeat
This time the path cut short


Chamber of the sorrower
Mausoleums closed in silence
Wow given to fulfil

Let no one stand between


Chamber of the dead
Pleading spirits to awaken
Build the gate, brick on brick
There will be another key