• Gather round the good saint's fire,
    you look worn and cold
    I know your story, but I know not you.
    Were you a friend to many,
    and foe to few?
    Did you look up to the sky,
    as those high looked down at you?
    I ask you now, for you must see,
    the saint you saw teaches devilry.
    You should have kept going,
    until your heart did stop.
    The life you knew,
    will seem much better now.
    The sounds you heard,
    will be replaced by screams.
    The scents and smells,
    they will be sulfur.
    You will begin to love yourself
    your friends will fade away,
    Your new home is as mine,
    deep in the good saint's fire.