Born of the Board - Doctor Butcher

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 pleasure, give me pain

Ya know, round and round and round it goes

Where it stops no one 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?