The compound mind have you in its sight,
Voices echoed within your hide,
Bereavement is inevitable,
The abyss welcomes you and escape is nigh
No mercy,
The flood of corruption and deceit arise,
The Grim comes forth from the shadows -
and presents upon you,
Seek the question and the dead will answer,
No regret,
Something you swore to prevent has eluded you,
You are guilty of activating the array,
Failure has become your friend -
accompanying you till the end,
No truth,
You were chosen,
Reclaiming what has lost,
Present it upon your kind,
And the great journey will begin.