Skeletal creature, hand me those cold
Keys to eternity's door.
Watch me dance a jig of joy;
To the sweet soul sounds
Of the underworld orchestra;
While Orpheus plays his mournful Lyre,
In lament for the suffering Sisyphus.
Listen to my shuffling shade as I follow
The path of the dead.
See my face explode in starlit radiance when
Cerberus barks; calling my long lost friends to greet me.
And I disappear into the mists of time;
With not a backward glance.
