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

(Chorus)
May All Saints sing of your name
May the wicked be slain by your holy name
May All Saints sing of your 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

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

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