Prologue
There you stood at the mouth of Hell
The ground erupted
Ash fell from the sky
You showed the world your scars
But it was not that corrupt man who felt your wrath
Nor the system that failed you
I, who played no part in your pain
Payed for their sins in blood that day
T'was not I that cast the flame
Who foiled your plot, nor soiled your name.
Yet I paid in blood and love all the same
The world ends
The world mends
Just for men
To burn it down again
Here I stand at the mouth of Hell.
The ground erupts.
Ash falls from the sky.
I have watched the world end twice.
From the city you left torn, your darkest nightmare would be born.
And here I am, to settle old scores.
You will pay for their pain with your blood today.
