First Whispers 

Knock twelve times and you may stay
An ever child beneath the day

Cast your vote, don't lose the voice
At the end of it all, a single choice

Guard your necks, and watch your past
Last things first, and first things last

Bear the crosses with good grace
In brief time the rest you'll face

The thirst, The cursed, The damned, The lost
Our brothers' all, who share the cost.