dread, despair, hate, war, all will be your undoing.
Some have walked these desolate worlds while you have slept. Some like me. I remember what you did. I remember the day.
I'm watching from that dark place, cataloging your sins, I am the ghost of retribution. You may forget but you are not innocent.
There is no leaving this place tonight, for on your last exhausted breath i shall arrive to claim the lives you have wrongfully lost, for you are not innocent and from this day you have lost.