Whispered: "Should I be afraid…?" I should feel something… horror, regret. But I just stare, waiting… waiting… For guilt to crawl inside my skin. It never comes. I feel… empty. Or maybe… maybe I feel free. Did I ever belong in their world? A world of chains… of fragile, hollow lives? If there’s no place for me among the righteous, Then I shall carve my throne in darkness. I was never meant to be good. I bury my name, but it still calls back, The echoes stain what once was just. I reach for light, but hands pull me back, I am the nightmare, I am the dust. No more questions. No more doubt. This is who I am. This is what I was meant to be. [Final Line – SCREAMED, Instrumental Chaos Explodes] "I AM BECOME DEATH!" [Final Line – in horror] "I have become Death, I am the destroyer of worlds"