On the road where the Lion and the Raven meet
At the crossroad where kongs and queens admit defeat
On the land scorched with faith, hopes amd dreams
That one man stands firmly grounded on his feet

He pleaded allegiance to the gods of war
He prayed to never draw his sword
Nor deliver a soul to the Netherworld
Unless that soul is begging for

He stands alone on his throne of ice
His friends no more than a raven and a Scythe
He awaits for those who seek the truth
The key to wisdom, magic, sanity and youth

The words he utters are forever the same:
The moment you stand before me with no shame
When you let me show you that which you don't want to see
Will be the moment when you acknowledge your own insanity

Fear not, poor sinful mortal soul that...