Enter the six chapels, kaleidoscope of bones
Shadow of the reaper, wings of infant skulls
Triangular walls arch towards the sky
Mosaic of bones, seven unholy gates
Rejoice in grotesque figures, the unsettling truth
Beyond those doors funeral art, morbid gallery
Light a single candle, inside the cavity
The past no longer dead and buried, a crypt of pelvises
Death... here is your victory, a chapel to your glory
An ornament to the great splendor of death
The rotten bone of Pubis risen from it's shallow grave
What you are, we also were... What we are, you will become
Gleaming and erect, the hammer of Lucifer
Throbbing with desire, rattling of the bones
Walls are closing in, centering your groin
The past no longer dead and buried, a crypt of pelvises
Death... here is your victory, a chapel to your glory
An ornament to the great splendor of death
The rotten bone of Pubis risen from it's shallow grave
What you are, we also were... What we are, you will become
[Solo: Wallin}