Hopes and dreams...
your ambitions...
they're really worth holding onto, aren't they?...
everyone looks at you in awe.
You're the shining light they need, as evidenced by what they see.
The shining symbols on thrones, atop glorious pedestals.
You, as far as all are concerned, deserve to sit there.
To be worshiped.
To be praised.
To be loved.
You've prevented the fall.
You've withstood the beast's maw.
You've forgiven, you've overlooked.
You've vanquished the darkness.
But...
let me ask you...
how many times...
are you willing to say goodbye?...
to the things you love?...
to the innocence of youth?
Oh how the time indeed did fly...
from your carefree lives...
and the solitude and peace you always knew!
You love stories, don't you?
Red like roses fills your head with dreams...
but it's really the origin of nightmares!
It's the blood the innocent have been laying in...
because you failed to save them...
the blood you spilled!
Oh how their eyes are wide-eyed with rage!
There has never been any rest!
There has never been any love!
It's more than the weight of your world...
It's the weight of failure!
The weight of responsibility!
The weight of...
...truth.
The heroes never rose above in the end.
They never did.
They never will.
You've never seen it, have you?!
The hate growing?!
The shadows rising?!
All because you failed to save them.
Again...
And again.
And again!
You STILL fail to save them!
You're more then just the pawns you really are.
You're toys to be flaunted.
Chewed up, spit out, torn apart.
Then restored pristine and showcased for all to see.
How sick it is to be played...
and yet you still allow it.
Do you feel the rumble and roar?...
it's coming.
The end you've brought upon us.
Stop staring in the mirror to blind your pain.
Do you not know what they've wanted?
You never have
More than mirrors will shatter.
Your very perception of time...
Your very world shatters from what lies beyond.
There, in true darkness...
rising from the true darkness...
it's what you've brought upon us all
The true beasts with maws gaping.
Then you'll really burn.
War will be nothing to compare.
Then you'll know.
You yourself have left your children behind.
And it's all because you never took responsibility.
All because the End never got what it needed.
The terror you brought upon us...
Again...
and again...
and again...
You were selfish.
You've been selfish.
Your selfishness has brought death.
You brought our End.
You've brought misery and pain for all...
and victory for hate incarnate...
again...
and again...
and again!
You will be beaten until you crawl no more.
For once, you shall justly feel the pain and misery you've inflicted on the innocent.
That which you were supposed to protect them from.
And when it falls...
when you fall...
there will be misery and pain...
for you.
You will feel the pain you were supposed to protect them from.
And far worse.
You will be beaten by those you loved...
Assaulted by those you trusted...
Violated by your own selves...
bleed into the shared pool of blood.
From every orifice and tear of your body.
Finally shall you bear your scars and stripes.
As you thought you've done.
Yet here you are again.
Sitting atop pillars of glory.
Protected and oblivious...
of the pain and suffering below.
You've never looked down from your throne.
You've never bothered to truly care...
now they've started clawing.
They are clawing.
And now...
The thrones and pillars collapse.
You fall.
Then you lie dying in the pool of acidic blood.
Victim to the eternal sting.
Where you truly belong.
Fate upheld
Dreams fulfilled.
Vengeance enacted.
Wrath placated.
And you burn.
And you burn.
and you burn.
You die...
and you die...
and you die.
Rewind doesn't work forever.
Soon the disk breaks.
Soon you're no longer worth the game.
You're not fun anymore.
And then you're tossed to the dogs...
and never picked up again.
You...
it's time you've seen the truth.
The true meaning of "Bloody evolution"!
And with this sight, realize...
You can hold on no longer.
The time has come.
Fall, hope.
Fall, valor.
Fall, retribution.
Fall, strength.
Burn.
Die.
Fall.
Shadlos presents...
with assistance from Jack Frost
Loosing Hope
The Death of Epsylan.