Come forth, my kin
See what lies within

In the House of Lowlifes
A thousand of extended hands
Help a man in need
Or bathe in your greed
In the House of Mirrors
Each one shows a different truth
Be it kindness or envy
Your choice shall lead you through
Succumb to your nature
In the House of Feast
Starve your way to exit
Or leave as sated beast

Haste, haste through these halls
Haste, haste against all odds
Yours is the day! Callooh! Callay!

Abstention comes to pass
In the House of Glass
Submit it to the lust
Or walk the virtuous path
Approach the House of Red
Let the anger guide your hand
Claim for yourself the House of Gold
Pray it won't turn into mold
Face with courage the House of Toil
With wine or sweat you shall water the soil

The Eight Houses of Might
Shall determine whether your path was right

Haste, haste through these halls
Haste, haste against all odds
Yours is the day! Callooh! Callay!

The final House of the unknown name
You realize that nothing shall ever be the same
The roads have been taken, the choices have been made
One last step towards Destiny

Blinding light from the Final House of Might
A figure pale with a golden scale
The balance pans are free of lies
Judgement Day
Calloh! Callay!

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