His hands held high. Hypnotyzing eyes, the instruments. of power he has obtained. His spoken words. Standing on the pedestal. He sees his portrait held high.
Forced isolation in centuries of disgust. Disease of the soul, living lives which are lost. Muddled identities, living out days. Scaring it's victims, a formless face.
[Lead: Mameli]. . The process of life. A future at distance. Time does not run except for your own existence. . Stages set to pass with your fantasy. Dreams to realize, visions to see.