When the thread it breaks. Into the sun, we will fly like the birds...all through the darkest night. Maybe one day, we could soar again. Or we could stay, all day. Like an angel we seek, all that is great...but as a demon we fight, to destroy all that's right. Maybe one day, it will all change. All in one night...the shadows will fade, the people will cheer, but we will not escape the fear. Soldiers of the phantom, we are. The Brigade of Despair We Serve. When you are gone, the battle will end. I will feel peace, and you will descend...but what good is peace? When you can't feel safe...I will remember your smiling face. I, will never forget. Maybe if one time, we could meet again. You could be the one to escort me to my end...
