Walking in the spellbound cathedral
Where hidden angels sing in grey bliss
Sinister saints in their catacombs
Sinners in a row, sobbing on their knees

Spirits Howling hypnotic hymns
Filling the air with echoes of bells
Rotten flowers under the sanctuary
Running away from the flames of hell
Cold shadows over the cathedral where the clouds won't go away
Solitairy thoughts coming to surface
Crossing themselves, they always obey