Mournful cries from a dreadful chamber
Excruciating wall
Enter at your own risk
You bring the coffin, we the nail

Our turn to put the screws on you

Horror, you're free to choose
W've considered ways and means
Deadly, forced upon there ack
But that's just one of our spleens

So many things you're going through

Wielding power, dealing' death
At our command

A secret urge is thriving you
Towards the chamber's deepest dark
A block of stone below a pendulum
Shall be your visit's final ward

A swinging' blade's the definite view

Crawling closer, hold your breath
Rippin' slowly towards death