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?"