This game is the way in which slaughter becomes an end in itself.
Acta est fabula plaudite
The play has been performed; applaud!
Surely, less obvious ways exist
The Darkness seeks to manipulate us into its service.
Actus non facit reum nisi mens sit rea.
The act is not guilty unless the mind is also guilty.
Once all of them have won a very special princess prize,
the game is over....
and they will never buy another one.....
Alis grave nil.
Nothing is heavy to those who have wings
And maybe we cannot understand what's going...
Andif mylongkiss couldburnyourlips,
Then you would allowthe lack of words
To be jammed between us,
As a swelling,
Byforming a ghostly wall,
Which would get higher
Step by step
And day by day
Until it would reach the sky,
And certainlythe Heaven,
Where The Lord would understand them.