Theatres Des Vampires - Seventh Room

Seven rooms as the seven sins
Parade in the ancient abbey
So bright one after the other
Without any order
The colors of the rainbow
They soon disappear
The red mask call them all

Purple, green and gold
Dancing on the wall
All but the seventh so dark and so cold
Black is everywhere
At your corpse I stare
This is the seventh, so dark and so cold

The ebony clock keeps the time
With its loud and deep sound
Everything stops for a while
The clock strikes midnight
He's wrapped in a shroud
He comes thin and tall
The red mask call them all