I watch from the Void Moon, holding the chains that bind her. From my own hell, I sit and watch the world go by. It seems to laugh at the plight that we take.

Our pain it's pleasure, our existence it's pain. Yet on we go into the Void. Never shall we yield. For in our plight, even we know that this existence is a gift that must be enjoyed. For no matter your path, we are all submissive to this thing we call life.