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