Seventh Room

Seven rooms as the seven sins

Parade in the ancient abbey

So bright one after the other,

Without any order

The colors of the rainbow

They soon disappear

The red mask call them all

Purple, green and gold

Dancing on the wall

All but the seventh so dark and so cold

Black is everywhere

At your corpse I stare

This is the seventh, so dark and so cold

The ebony clock keeps the time

With its loud and deep sound

Everything stops for a while

The clock strikes midnight

He's wrapped in a shroud

He comes thin and tall

The red mask call them all