In the small island home, lilies stacked row by row
Evil, you say? Then I will take matters into my own hands
As the blazing inferno of change consumes the village below
Blood stains the wooden floor. A smoking gun. Success.
Side by side on the lonely, darkened, battlefield
Survival does not come to the undeserving.
Certainly, a hero will save this world
That's why I can't die yet– Time is ticking
There are no such things as heros. Kill the few to save the many.
A wife and daughter will only be the first–
The war begins. Seven more deaths. Then; the finale
Hope is a pretty dream? Only fools believe it.
The true lie slept beside me every night. What is left, but despair?
Now. Abandon your delusions. There is nothing more.
