Chamber of the mourner 
Ashes of a Sunday morning mass 
Six feet of earth to lay 
On wooden home forevermore 

Chamber of the griever 
Hope of the dawn cut away 
Bowing into the cord of deceit 
Sometimes the path is short 
Chamber of the sorrower 
Mausoleums closed in silence 
Given a vow to fulfil 
Let no one stand between the living and the dead 

Chamber of the dead 
Pleading spirits to awaken 
Brick upon brick build the gate 
There shall be a key for the lost