A small wooden door in silence
With cold tears they visit all
Each step with fear and anguish
The stench of sweat upon the walls

Low singing in voice of sadness
One choir, one endless song
Each note with dismal breathing
And trembling words unknown to none

-Here upon the narrow stairs
We wander, miss the day
Here upon the narrow stairs
Faced downwards in mournful elegy-

A small wooden door in silence
-With cold hand he visits all
Each step with fear and anguish-
With roses blooming on the walls

Low singing in voice of sadness
One man, one endless song
Each note with dismal breathing
And trembling words reaching to none

-Here upon the narrow stairs
He wanders, see the day
Here upon the narrow stairs
Faced upwards in mournful praise-

-'They seek to harm the fallen
Their hands to steal the sun
They fail to hear the calling,
Van geestenbloed, in the near of light'-

-These words written underneath the feet
Where eyes don't drift and sight won't meet
Here upon the narrow stairs-

-'I seek a room of light. Where trees are known
for sustenance and leaves to bring the shade.
I seek the mist in which to dwell, to hunt with hand
and hunt with mind.- Where gods have failed to leave
things foreseen behind the golden doors and a small
wooden door in silence. -Here upon the narrow stairs.
En niemand die kan volgen.'-