Turn the key in the iron lock of the old oak door Lean into its passages with all my weight and enter Immediately my olfactory senses it's home Paper thin and paraffin and the glimmering of gold Marble hands outpouring water Silver wings delivering wishes Strings of coloured light make hell a whore Mama singing the songs of old Singing the rock of ages Though the gold is marred by red Singing the rock of ages Melt them down and make new saints Singing the rock of ages Empires are made this way Singing the rock of ages Endless hopes and endless fears Polish this stone The deeper desire, the finer the grain This time I walk the stairway And turn the key in the cellar door I want to know why All these stories never spoken Danced or drawn or sung or written How we built this temple soul by soul Mama singing the songs of old Singing the rock of ages Though the gold is marred by red Singing the rock of ages Melt them down and make new saints Singing the rock of ages Empires are made this way Singing the rock of ages Mama singing the songs of old Singing the rock of ages Though the gold is marred by red Singing the rock of ages Melt them down and make new saints Singing the rock of ages Empires are made this way Singing the rock of ages Hey, yeah Hey, yeah Hey, yeah Hey, yeah Hey, yeah Hey, yeah Hey, yeah Hey, yeah Hey, yeah Hey, yeah Hey, yeah Hey, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah