Part one: salvation.
Enchanted in shadow I spill my grief over an unsuspecting world. My dreams are dark and filled with pain; I see no relief, no hope, only violence inflicted upon terrified victims, the humanoid shapes that walked the now empty streets of the barren city. Only the beasts crave the touch of their blind master as the lover craves the touch of his mistress; a bloody and untimely love this is; machine-gunned children stack upon the walls of the cemetery, a forest filled with crying mothers soon to be hanged for their sins. And where are you? [...] Where are you? For that you know not of the sorrow of days to come, only of the light that once shined onto your eyes. You wait for salvation that never comes; and, soon, hope disappears from your heart as life disappears from the eyes of burnt infants.

Part two: glittering lights.
The city now lays in ruins, although very few days ago the hopes of Man were high and their settlement seemed to be far from the reach of the blind beasts. I still see the hordes coming in rows to push the leaders of Man even further into the abyss. They celebrate their victories in silence for their minds belong to their master, The Blind One. Only fires burn the dead and the torn walls of the cities glitter in silence while shadows of children playing dance upon them. This is no war, this is only the beginning of future wars to come. In fact, this is not even a beginning for it is an end, the end of an age.

Part three: closing.
I walk away and catch sight of beautiful forests that seem to whisper soft sounds into my ears, and nothing, no evil will ever take that away from me. Can you hear my beasts? Can you see, puny slave, the world that I have sown from my nightmares? And if you do, are you not afraid?...