This world is full of sacrafice
Don't look now but close your eyes
And see the blood spilled on the floor
He will rest forever more
Veins wide open and dry
All she ever does for him is cry
Will the pain escape from them tonight?
Or will their grief cloud their precious minds?
They've devoured his insides
Consumed his soul
Now they are outside
Wreaking havok upon the world
And that is the time to look to the sky
For the hero to come and save our lives
Hope in physical form
Prepare yourself for the coming storm
Thunder and lightning fill the sky
While forces of good and evil collide
Who will be the victor?
And be the one to "save" her?
These and other questions
Echo in the minds of creation