Born Of The Board

I sit and stare upon my trembling hand,

as it starts to move once again

Still I wonder why, is this all a lie,

what does this all mean?

Midnight the board awaits in a circle on the floor

Many sins held within, many pleasures to behold

Life's, Hell, Birth, Death Cast before my eyes

Spirits spelling out my fate

in a world that doesn't lie

It's like being crucified

No priest speaks my last rights

I can't pretend it, I must confess it, no!

Born of the Board

As I lay me down to rest

Born of the Board

Will I sleep in peace tonight?

Come! Forth! Spirits!

I have summoned you

Give me pleaseure, give me pain

Ya know, round and round and round it goes, where it stops noone knows

Such a twisted game to play!

It's like being crucified.

No priest speaks my last rights

I can't pretend it, I must confess it, no

Born of the Board

As I lay me down to rest

Born of the Board

Will I sleep in peace tonight?