Bleeding hands is all I see. Some unfound grief fuels my pain. Wanting to greet it. Who is to blame? Creating my torment. I rip at my flesh, exposing the pain. There is a time that i have felt free, but now is a time for me to prepare myself. It's the light that has forsaken me. The final battle has come on to me. Watching these beings burning before me. Wanting to help them, but what have they done for me? Feed off their pain. Look what you've done to us. Scarring me waiting for me to let it all in. I will never breakdown. Bring all your hate to me. The final battle has come. Let's go. Set forth the final battle. Blood stains my hands and you will reap my vengeance. blood stains. This is the final battle. You will reap my vengeance.