I wont die alone....
before my time is gone...
when all the fire is gone...
when the smoke clears....
when the world is gone...
I'll have my vengeance...
I will have vengeance....
Time moves, forever and always. What becomes of anyone over time, how far can we rise or how low is too low. When war starts how many times can one mortal escape death, or has death not taken him for a reason. Will he stand alone for the liberty of millions, or die with people standing at his side. When the dark rises to conquer, when will he fall.