Faiht, bringer of Outh and Glory.
He turned his face,
And droped the Dice,
For Lilith came to him.
Pale was her skin,
And black the hair.
So beutifyl she was.
Of Lust she spoke
And as she sang -
Faiht in her charm was cought.

But his Dice capt rolling
On and on
The future they pretold.
Of Grief and Doom they spoke that day.

Thus Lust had brought
The end of all.

And Death, That choose
Who die and live
Closed his eyes in Sorrow
For he himself could not behold
The many live
His scythe was reapping  
On horse he flew
And ith hem beared
Desease,
And War
And Hunger.

Then of his pale,
Cold, bony chick
An icy tear apeared.

And justice opend her eye's
At the worled the gazed in Horror
Her Scales moved on one side
And her sword was dropped down

For Faight turned from us.
And Death is crying inside.
And Justice - Defender of all,
Is'nt blind.