Death wears a welcoming mask but its benevolence is debated under every single question we ask
our task is not an easy one, dear brother we must assist each other
if we're to make it through I'm just as terrified as you but surely there's something to look forward to
Somewhere, there's a world we were meant to create but it seems that we are not stronger than fate you look my way, what can I say? I wish I believed things will be okay
throughout these darkened halls and these obsidian towers there's a presence gliding through the walls as we approach our final hours