I can not take this downfall any longer! I can not-- You! You will suffer the crimson tide of Man's lost day. You will hold the hand of darkness as great waves drag under all those held dear to the wicked and kind! And I will laugh with the cruelest monsters, whilst the angels suffer beneath my boots. ... Sheath your sword young fallen. No more velvet will fall upon this vain ground, lest it be our own. For only then will the demons of the morning, and the sacrificed angels fall to their knees and cry to the great Deus for our forgiveness! Only then can we enjoy our eternal slumber void of all... Draw your daggers, for the prophet's visions have fallen upon your ears, and if you are of clear mind, you will heed his words and end your damnation!