The time strikes nine
Streets filled with life
A city divine
Welcome to present time
In a future so bright
Home of her bloodline
Darkness will become
Sarah Lee Jones
This is the requiem for the living
The child of darkness calls
Before her given time she will be released from her prison
And not by those who keep her confined
There will be hell to pay
On the end of days
If she fulfills her master plan
To break free of from her chains
By her descendants name
The covenant's justice will be in vain
Bardos' will defied
Cervantes claimed his prize
Their betrayal refined
She plots the end of their time
In a future so bright
Home of her bloodline
The mirror's found the one
Gwendolyn Forrest
This is the requiem for the living
And thus she will conduct
An anthem for her wrath's product
Chaos and despair
This is the requiem for the living...
There will be hell to pay
On the end of days
If she fulfills her master plan
To break free of from her chains
By her descendants name
The covenant's justice will be in vain
This is the requiem for the living dead...
This is the requiem for the living dead...
Sarah Lee: "Wha- what is this? A mirror?"
