There is a greater darkness than the one we fight
It is the darkness of the soul that has lost its way
The war we fight is not against powers and principalities, it is against chaos and despair
Greater than the death of flesh is the death of hope, the death of dreams
Against this peril we can never surrender
The future is all around us, waiting in moments of transition, to be born in moments of revelation
No one knows the shape of that future, or where it will take us
We know only that it is always born in pain
Turn up the volume
Let them die, nice and slow
You hear me?
Let the show begin
(...)
Let the show begin
You're going to hell!
Let them die, nice and slow
You hear me?
Terminated
May light be your guide
Alright, is everybody ready?
Yes!
Let the show begin
Let them die, nice and slow
You hear me?
You're going to hell!