Nothing can be simple anymore my dear friend.
The hands of hell beneath have destroyed everything you once knew.
Everything you loved and held dear to your heart, is now dead or falling apart.
Your brain is running on automatic; the heart under your breast doesn't beat anymore; the numbness you feel now is all you know.
And we wonder… how the hell we're alive. How we still breath in the air of life.
Your hatred burns deep inside, yearning to find a way to escape.
But you know you can never reach that satisfaction until the day you die.
And you won't die alone… for I will be right here, and if I am not dead with you I have not kept my promise to protect you.
My dear friend, I promise to die right beside you, whether it be our mistake or theirs.
We shall not know until it is too late.
They have sewn us together against them; we were complete strangers at first but now we are family.
They also drew us apart at death… each and everyone of us.
They slowly broke the shell of defense we had and they found our weakness.
But I know that they cannot feel what we do, for in hell innocence is spared… and they have always been below us thriving in that place where no being should have to go.
We have lost everything and we still survive, how we do it, I will never know, but I do know this much… I'm not going down yet. Not without a fight, and not without you… by my side…
… My dear friend…
You're what keeps me alive…