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The gothic stone, a thousand years

A million prayers heard the bricks

Could they only tell me of the souls

Who opened up before this door

So I enter through the old oak gates

No clue or answer what there waits

I pull the heavy silver rings

And beyond the doorstep an angel sings

No time to dote, no time to dream

No time to rest, no time for me

Beware the monk who is dressed in red

From the temple of doom there's no coming back

Too late for me, my fate is sealed

No uudge or jury in this secrecy

From the belfry howls the sound of death

I'm the victim in this cosmic chess

I can feel the danger in the air

Tinted shadows lead me into my last nightmare

A golden statue ends my fears

A sacrifice without a single tear

No time to live, no time to die

As I walk the archway full of silver light

An offering to dark gods unknown

In hell my soul will be reborn!