Eight men alone in a dark room,
consipiring against their ruler.
Paranoia keeps them shadows,
and his death will set them free.

The fate of one man they do rule,
and dark thoughts they do hold.
The lot is cast, the rule is made,
and eternity is decided once more.

The souls of men they came to save,
take the soul of one man they will.
The people's praises they already hear,
their doom sneaks up on them silently.

The lot is cast once again by them,
their echoes are heard forever more.
They'll take their plots to their graves,
and they will be never more.

01/24/2002

Posted on 01/24/2002
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