Let's play a game and light the sage
I'll fetch the cup, sharpen the blade
Mark the spot by candle flame
Unearth the soil that surrounds the grave
Shut your eyes and count to nine
Manifest mortal sin
Conjugate spirit and mind
For these tales are a sign of the times
On this cold eve, winter crept
Like a sly fiend posed as a friend
With these dull, rusted knives
Buried deep in my back
Watch the purveyors of wisdom
Iniquity throughout life
