All The Shades Of Hell,
All The Spirits Tell,
How You Leaped & Fell,
But Now You Cannot Dwell.

Take a leaf from an Oak & reflect
On all time,
Take a page from a grimoire & see all the Magic.  

Take The Words From Their Mouth,
These Blinded Lame Mice,
Their Compass Points South,
But We Roll The Dice.

Gamble & gamble,
Throw chances & choices,
**** your whole Soul,
Then Drown In The Voices.