Words and Music by Ronnie Martin

For years doom grows in our bleak chambers
Yielding not
Four centuries of old deemed risen
Impale my soul

May all saints sing of your name
May the wicked be slain by your holy name
Blessings come in the day of our Lord

My grievance pleads alone
From maelstrom to burial
Beguiled by slumberers grave sojourn
Rook and dirge dwarfs us

May all saints sing of your name
May the wicked be slain by your holy name
Blessings come in the day of our Lord

For years doom grows in our bleak chambers
For years doom grows in our blead chambers