Cervantes: "This is getting way out of hand I best not trifle with a heart of vengeance." But it was too late to save The lives of the lost Gwendolyn shalt not die Still holding on the thread of life And Constantine falters before her The quiet then comes Fear comes swift to the eyes of the betrayer Bardos swallows in his fear And conducts himself the sacrament of penance Bardos: "Commence the ritual as for planned." As she holds in her hands The lock and chains Aurora reaches a new level of derangement The silence encompasses her memory As space and time destroys her humanity Bardos: "Reprehend me!" Her father cries Crying out to a false god Deformed innocence He fears his daughters coming wrath And she stands before him In a deathlike stare She has come to bear the weight of her crown The silence is deafening Cervantes: "Burning... burning red fire."