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.