A thousand hinged screech as it opens its doors, inviting eager and reluctant to settle its floors
You must com in; within the fold we'll uncover your soul
It might sting a bit but in the end will fit the mold
Blood upon stone; consecrate, unify
Clay upon bone; dead flesh must go to ally heart with solid brick
Men of stone affirm all sticks to the pulse of bliss
Thus the night will never come and our walls stand for evermore
A thousand hinges groan as the doors all shut tight
Sealed off, locked up secure from what lurks about in the night
Here you are safe, from those who wish to befoul and deceive It's not a healthy option to even consider to leave
Blood upon stone; consecrate, unify
Clay upon bone; dead flesh must go to ally heart with solid brick
Men of stone affirm all sticks to the pulse of bliss
Thus the night will never come and our walls stand for evermore to the pulse of bliss, in glorious light, this monument to what is right