A bittersweet reality in the death of an entity.   No purpose is left for a righteous mercenary.   All that's left is the glorious fall or my reign is not complete.   As a product of sin and self-indulgence I will give into my own cause.   I will die by my own blood drenched hands.   My departure will be the end of this clockwork holocaust.   A tense feel of accomplishment will echo through the halls of the dead.   I will make a worthy enemy as i try to defy my demise.   And when my labyrinth senses air down I will plunge to where I'm from.   I was the genocide as I prepare to die I will breathe a sigh of relief.   And from this moment on.   I am free