Someone take these dreams away. That point me to another day. A duel of personalities. A stranger to reality. . They keep calling me. They keep calling me.
.Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders. Here are the young men, well, where have they been?. We knocked on the doors of Hell's darker chamber.
This is the room, the start of it all,. No portrait so fine, only sheets on the wall,. I've seen the nights, filled with bloodsport and pain,. And the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained..