I am the one that makes you scream under the midnight hours of the moon.
Why have reality when you can act upon dreams?
I've known this for quite sometime just as I've known you. Have you not heard of me? Have you not witnessed this day in history? Shall I speak its name?
Roman Holiday.
On this day you will perish at my finger tips. On this unholy day I will have a blade from your own hand to run you through soaking your blood across the streets.
Don't dare mutter the words escape or it will be your final.
Today terror will rise in true malice.
Today is the day you will always remember with mealoncholy thoughts.
Today is Roman Holiday.
