There was a man smile full, No wonder all was grand. Caught by a lonely spell, Driven right beneath you to his hell. Rhen defences filled, all his dreams, most times till. One lonely night he called to see you, Mr. Might. Nervously still he sat, lost in worlds apart from what was right. Then the honour came, ‘twas just a name. Through the night you where his game runs. Just a whorehouse full of mad sons. Recklessly he breaks through Room One. Shoots, a pain, he can't see… aghaaaaaaa.