Within the halls of Blood and Dream

So many dreams of flight, all cast to an unending fight; so many wasted... so many washed in the tears. "what for" you say? Just and all for a stand in these hallowed halls of blood and dream which is naught compared to the torment of existing...

"Do you really want to live forever right now?"

Even now Madness comes, and this linear paved path turns to a craven ground: shallow and crumbling. Behind the bane of life and ahead the doom of death, cannot turn back now, the curse of the Ouroboros lingers: the cycle must be closed... should at least...

So to speak it bows down to this : Revolution: The cradle of destiny.
and so to that chaos is unleashed as the legend is broken, and the sword of resolution is unsheathed...

"Darkness falls, brothers. Take up arms and forge your own will; for the God of High gave us might to strike at the heart of underworld. And we shall!~"