• How sad it is to this day,
    They are frozen locked away
    God above with the key
    only one to set them free

    Is it right for them bound
    locked away like a killing hound
    Bound together in the ground so deep
    feeling naught even natures creep

    a pitt of fire they must burn
    till seven sevens reach their turn
    Even now they sleep and slumber
    all for one's decisive blunder

    Even now there hearts turn stone
    flesh rotting to the bone
    inside they fester in there souls
    solitude burning holes

    is it true what is said
    Must they truly be so bleed
    emotionless dreams in their mind
    bound together for all time

    do they truly need such dread
    Fallen down for all they said
    why are they, the holy, bound
    When seven sevens come around