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

We call on your numbers, let there be blood (1)

How close?

A little more

Hello, trav’ler.

This is Cain of The Killing Place.

Welcome back, darlin'!