The Distorted World
Even this I thought a burden light enough,
if it meant the kingdom would know peace...
I played my part, yet still this world runs red with blood.
All this suffering and solitude.
For what?
It has been the same for me.
I was given the wardrobe of a nobleman,
and so I played the part.
A puppet,
ever dancing for the amusement of patrons unseen.
This wretched world does not reward endeavor.
It is the patron and his troupe who are receipt -
maggots grown fat on endeavor's corse.
Most men but play the part they're given.
Most live and die not knowing they play a part at all.
But I am past all that now.
I am their unwitting puppet, no more!
No more...
I will exact from them the price of their gluttonous feast!
I will burn down this kingdom, and from its ashes
build for you a new one - a kingdom worthy of you!
I will show you a world where your light will outshine the sun.
A world that will know no darkness...
And you will have no more need of tears...