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.