I've wandered these halls and have yet to find you. Where's my love?

These crimson floors littered with obstructions slow my stumble.


My soul is a canvas, white-washed and fading fast.


And so, I search through diluted nameless eyes.




Don't you remember? How that steel looks so familiar...
A shade of red that you should know. You don't remember?





Who owns these stares wrought with such confusion? Where's my love?

Twisted mouths that hold more fear than pain of dying.


Their cries hang, why do I recognise none?


Harrowing that this golden hair veils a pale complexion of horror and awe.

Longing, I recall...





I whispered and you listened, though we've fought age after age,

turn after turn. To watch this city burn could bring a tear to the eyeless.


You know not your madness, what you have done, and what I made you become.
The depraved painted these walls.





Don't you remember? How that steel looks so familiar...

A shade of red that you should know.

You don't remember... yet, you'll be remembered... for slaying everyone you ever loved.