The Bolted Door

There stands a bleak massive door

At the end of a long winding hall

A massive, dreadful, disheartening thing

Guarding terrible, dreadful things

It looms in the dim dark light

Lock upon lock, it's sealed shut, shut tight

It's been moulded through ages in dim dark rooms

To a thunderous beat of impending doom

There history is written, forgotten, ignored

And more men have died than in any war

Misdeeds of the future and sins from before

All blend in the gloom behind those locked doors

Prowling madmen, killers and kings

Stalk the shadows while judges and lawyers sing

Songs of justice and hymns to the lord

Dancing in secret to the devil's chord

Some bones must be broken and some blood ignored

Each man is due to the demons of yore

Prowling madmen, killers and kings

Grin in the shadows while judges and lawyers sing

That bolted door at the end of the hall

Will keep our secrets safe

That bolted door at the end of the hall

Will keep our secrets safe for evermore

There stands a bleak massive door

At the end of an immaculate hall

A massive, dreadful, disheartening thing

Guarding terrible, dreadful things

Its thorough design keeps pandemonium at bay

But once in a while one or two ghosts escape

Then a whisper of madness might pass chased through the night

By dogs of law with a furious bite

Written, forgotten, rewritten, ignored

Pages twisting, turning

Each man is due to the demons of yore

Creeping, crawling, calling

Misdeeds of the future and sins from before

All blend in the gloom behind those locked doors

Some bones must be broken and some blood ignored

Each man is due to the demons of yore

Prowling madmen, killers and kings

Grin in the shadows while judges and lawyers sing...

...of a higher form, to elevate us all from our gullible selves

Nothing ever happened behind those blessed doors