The Warden:
The Battlefield was my nightmare.
I cried for help, but the light did not care.
The light:
You’ll never be great, and your pathetic battle you will lose.
This is a war, between Darkness and Light you must choose.
For the balance you try to find.
You must live your life, and don’t stop the fight.
I see both sides walk with you on your way.
But with Darkness you tend to play.
Secretly you are in love with the girl that carry’s the light.
To bad you can’t reach her for she is stuck in a fight.
Light she shines, but Darkness blocks every ray.
You shall, you must find a way.
Or else your world will fade.
And you’ll end up destroying everything you made.
Now choose your side, choose with your heart.
And we will let you finish your work of art.
The Warden:
My name will not be forgotten.
Even when I’m dead and rotten.
Light pushed me down, the Asylum showed me the way.
Not the illusion of your perfect day.
You want me to spread the light.
Only problem is, with me you have the biggest fight.
I can not believe that light is pure good.
I wish I could kill you, if I could, I would.
But for some you open your heart.
I don’t see you destroying their work of art.
But well there is not a thing that I can do.
But I’ll give the Dark some time to.
The Darkness:
Your line you try to hold.
You talk about your great heart, but it’s way to cold.
No one like me can know.
I’m the one who made it colder then snow.
It was not your Asylum who learned you the rules of the game.
I filled you up with hate and I started the flame.
Quickly you felt it spreading an shredding.
Untill you did not know where you where heading.
You fought every day, like it would never be the same.
Now stop hiding beneath your shame.
I know who you really are.
Within, your heart still carry’s the scar.
And I will stop you from rising like a star.
The Warden:
You know what?
I hate both your guts