Day in, day out. Rivers of blood, sweat, and tears. Waves of unspoken ferocity, they flow within my veins. Each day's end, I grin. Another battle towards the war! I'm falling, I'm bleeding, this weakness becomes my power. In the end I shall not fail to end this tyranny, all on my own. You bleed, you cough, you stutter, your back against a wall. Against this wall, you cannot turn, as you always have before. I brought you down, all on my own, but how, my friend, you'll never know. My mind ablaze, my heart a mist, my soul a fading shadow. Memories are but a haze, I stumble down the road, the road to who-knows-where? I'm falling, I'm bleeding, this strength becomes my weakness. In the end I shall not fail to regret the flames here in my eyes. Day in, day out. Rivers of blood, sweat, and tears. Polluted, defiled by the enemy I've become. With no cause, no direction, no thought, alone I sit. I sit upon the throne of Cursed Tyranny.