Hell’s dark gates lie to my left,
And Heaven’s to my right,
Yet I still tread the Middle Path,
Through this age of Eternal Night.
Times are I veer toward either gate,
To achieve that which must be done,
But again steer straight, afore ‘tis too late;
Before the eclipse of my Moral Sun.
Oh Life be Damned, pray give me Rest;
Condemned immortal to this thankless task,
To sort chaff from wheat, without defeat,
And relay Seven Seals upon Pandora’s cask.