Orientation

Spirits who drift on the portraits of time
Ready your rooms when the pendulums chime (9)
We call on your numbers, we call on your crime
How close?
A little more

Spirits who snake on the stairwells of fate
Ready your chambers when the first-borne counts eight (8)
We call on your numbers, open the gate
How close?
A little more

Spirits who wander the hallways of Cain
When thunder claps thrice (3), ready the game
We call on your numbers, call out her name
How close?
A little more

Spirits of Murder who rise from the mud
Ready our guests for the curses of Nod
How close?
A little more

Hello, trav'ler.
This is Cain of The Killing Place. Welcome back, darlin'.



Credits
Writer(s): Saar Hendelman, Terrance Zdunich
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