by Nick Gisburne
My closest friend is loyal to the last
A selfless soul, a dear, devoted man
He throws the dice of death, a single cast
A trigger to the substance of my plan
He strips my body bare to bathe the skin
And slides a silver coin between my teeth
The wheel of demons slowly starts to spin
It sends me to the halls of Hell beneath
The coffin, covered, bricked inside a vault
Is hidden from the gaze of angry gods
My comrade draws a pentacle of salt
Believing I alone defy the odds
The coin is cashed, my stake to join the game
I play with demons, keepers of the flame
