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'!