The Search has taken turns
That I could not predict nor see.
Though the start began with you,
This episode will end with me

Alone in a dark hole
While you sit atop a throne.
The bloodhounds lead with barking
Up to the Captor’s home.

The door had been left open,
Which left me asking why.
The lightning lit the room,
But the thunder cracked the sky.

At that time the world had split—
Turning East into the West;
From a home held in God’s Kingdom
To a place in Satan’s Nest.

The Search ends where it began:
With you staring at my corpse.
It was I who led the Party,
But not I who feels remorse.