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