Behind the doors the crowd asleep,
I hear its roar, I hear its weep;
Shadows are dancing in the night,
All is dressed in black and never white.
Behind the doors there is no life,
The Time is groom and Death its wife;
There's no start, there's no end,
We come from land, return to land.
Behind the doors I stay alive
My soul in chains but I strive;
I hear my breath, the die is still
I take my faith and kneel.
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