Knife Of Fate (+ intro)Mature

I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. My life was perfectly inside the law… wasn’t it? I never, no, not ONCE defied the ruler and his government. I had a farm, a wife, and kids… we did our own work, led our own quiet life… yet something drags me into this twisted scenario!

It must have been the confrontation at the town square. I said only one full sentence to that gentleman, only ONE! “You ought to thank your king for your harvest good sir” he says. “Well, the king does not plant the crops, so I shall not thank him”. It must have been taken the wrong way, rumors flew around… now I’m here!? Even with those words out of context, I can’t believe it came to this!

They put a bag over my head after knocking me out. I don’t know where I was before then, but I could feel cold, cobblestone bricks serving as the floor, the walls… my WORLD! My world felt like gray, looked gray, and would end gray!

Suddenly, I hear the creaking sound of metal upon stone. Heavy footsteps approach me, and arms lift me up onto my feet. I am being unwilling dragged somewhere. I don’t know WHERE! I want to know what the hell is going on! “I want to have justice!” I cried. One of the men who held me was quick to jap me in the stomach with his fist.

So much movement, so many sounds… but I can’t see any of it! One thing I can notice is that noise… it’s just getting louder and louder. It’s becoming an uproar… I want it to stop! STOP IT! Shut UP! There’s too much going on! This crazy train just needs to-

The bag is taken off my head and I see what lies before me…

People are everywhere, looking at me. They are all surrounding that wooden platform with that evil contraption resting on it like a vulture waiting for an animal to die. They are shouting, muttering, whispering… and it’s all just TOO MUCH!

Soon, the crowd dies down… why? It seems as though they just decreased in volume… they can be heard, but they are noticeably not as loud.

A row of men dressed in black cloaks have appeared. They populate the path up to the accursed mechanism. I don’t remember them being there though… I don’t remember ANYTHING!

Suddenly, a sound emits from them… a hum. It’s hardly audible… but then the sound grows. It was as though each and every one of those men was humming.

Even more suddenly… the humming… turns into a song.

You walk

The Road of Fate.

Only one thing

Lies before you.

Your faults,

And your lies,

Bring you forth

To the judgment day.

Their eyes

All on you.

You have reached

The final stage.

Now let the curtain fall.

 

No one will give you sympathy

Up on the guillotine.

The blade has no heart,

Can’t beg for mercy.

 

You can scream,

You can shout,

But in the end,

The metal blade will win the bout.

The knife of fate

Has claimed your soul.

 

Your feet,

Worn and tired,

Go on

To Death’s Door.

Their minds

Their beliefs

They’ve turned

Against your will.

Your life,

Bids farewell.

A loud end

To a quiet life.

So don’t waste a minute.

 

No one will give you sympathy

Up on the guillotine.

The blade has no heart,

Can’t beg for mercy.

 

No one will save you

Up on the guillotine.

Not one heart

Is built for you.

 

You can scream,

You can shout,

But in the end,

The metal blade will win the bout.

The knife of fate

Has claimed your soul.

 

You can claim innocence,

Tell them it’s all wrong.

What they know and what you say,

Will not save the day.

Go ahead and ask for fairness,

List off your rights.

It’s useless to resist,

Let Death take you home.

 

SLAM! The blade comes crashing down.

SLAM! The metal calls to the crowd.

SLAM! A moment, a blink of an eye.

SLAM! Your life just passed away.

 

Scream, shout, oh we dare you.

Cry, beg, oh we implore you.

Shake, quake, whatever suits you.

Walk, run, down to the end.

Let Death take you home.

 

No one will give you sympathy

Up on the guillotine.

The blade has no heart,

Can’t beg for mercy.

 

No one will save you

Up on the guillotine.

Not one heart

Is built for you.

 

You can scream,

You can shout,

But in the end,

The metal blade will win the bout.

The knife of fate

Has claimed your soul.

 

You’re strapped inside,

Terror awakes.

You cannot breathe,

Down at Death’s door!

 

The fear outside,

Inhabits the light.

Your heart stops,

Down at Death’s door!

 

One moment, a blink of an eye,

The flash of gray in your eyes!

The hand goes up, the lever awaits!

The blade above, greedy for blood,

Waits for the call.

 

The deed is done, your life is gone!

The blade comes,

It comes crashing

Down,

Down,

Down,

Down to Death’s door!

The End

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