The Bolted Door (Vulture Industries)

There stands a bleak massive door At the end of a long winding hall A massive, dreadful, disheartening thing Guarding terrible, dreadful things It looms in the dim dark light Lock upon lock, it's sealed shut, shut tight It's been moulded through ages in dim dark rooms To a thunderous beat of impending doom There history is written, forgotten, ignored And more men have died than in any war Misdeeds of the future and sins from before All blend in the gloom behind those locked doors Prowling madmen, killers and kings Stalk the shadows while judges and lawyers sing Songs of justice and hymns to the lord Dancing in secret to the devil's chord Some bones must be broken and some blood ignored Each man is due to the demons of yore Prowling madmen, killers and kings Grin in the shadows while judges and lawyers sing That bolted door at the end of the hall Will keep our secrets safe That bolted door at the end of the hall Will keep our secrets safe for evermore There stands a bleak massive door At the end of an immaculate hall A massive, dreadful, disheartening thing Guarding terrible, dreadful things Its thorough design keeps pandemonium at bay But once in a while one or two ghosts escape Then a whisper of madness might pass chased through the night By dogs of law with a furious bite Written, forgotten, rewritten, ignored Pages twisting, turning Each man is due to the demons of yore Creeping, crawling, calling Misdeeds of the future and sins from before All blend in the gloom behind those locked doors Some bones must be broken and some blood ignored Each man is due to the demons of yore Prowling madmen, killers and kings Grin in the shadows while judges and lawyers sing... ...of a higher form, to elevate us all from our gullible selves Nothing ever happened behind those blessed doors