Call of the Saturnine Spirits.

Mists of Purgatory, Realms of Earth...
We request you to guide us from this flaming mirth.
Quench our thirst in this Lake of Fire...
Bring us up from Beneath The Mire.
Our need is heavy, too heavy to carry.
Our suffering is mutual, but our causes all vary...
Look past the smoke, stare into the mirror...
Swoop us up, then it should become clearer...
Lift us! Lift us! But don't let us fall.
Heed the signs, and our shrilling call!