It can happen
When you least expect
The tide of man
To turn
They rip the life from all who stand
And make their presence known
The shadows revolt and kill their masters
The very beings that gave them life
And the blood they spill
Creeps through the veins
To the darkest reach of hell
The sinister mind that holds the plan
Feasts on the agony of man
The crimson rain that soaks the land
And turns the oceans tide
To still blackness
Perpetually freezing the world in chaos
Until no one knows the past
Until no one knows the future
Until pain is the only survivor in this world of decay
Until time itself has no meaning
Each day a shell of futile efforts
Being dragged on the jagged rocks we call hope
Until our skin is blistered with the thought of redemption
The thought of escape, the thought of rescue
Then and only then will the demons living inside us
Conquer the demons that enslave us
The demons inside screaming
Ripping us apart from within
Telling us what to think
Giving us the power to destroy our captors
Once again feeding that which seeks to kill us
Then the heroes are chosen
And we find that
Those who are to save us
Are just as wicked
As those who are to kill us
And so the story goes on
Never yielding
Never ending