[Music / Lyrics by Torbjærn Weinesjæ]

Somewhere there's a gathering
In a place where time exist

The aisle of finest marble
And walls of purest gold

Be quiet don't speak

Hear the silence whispering the secrets

Hear the walls echo dreams from the past

Be still, your in the temple
Of Gods spirit, try to understand

Whispers straight to the heart

Precious is the time you give
Precious is the life you live

Cleanse your soul, your thoughts

They will revive, so alive
Thoughts they will revive

Telling no lies

The walls are still speaking

In the temple

The walls are still screaming
Open your eyes
In the temple

Be quiet don't speak

You are in the temple, time to learn to breathe
Portrait the saviour, there's a crown to receive

Lock the door, toss the key

The fool of death, down on his knees

Wants to pray, wants to stay
Don't let him in

His lounge could easily sweep you away

Act with dignity
You're an heir to the King of kings

Who's message you bear deep down within

Sweet as honey is the fruit of life

Sweet as honey, bitterness will lie

Fill your halls with jewels that never die

Jewels that never die