The year is 2025
Exham Priory has crumbled to bits and pieces
I stand here in it's debris
And as i sway with the wind
A figure
Cursed by god
Whispers to me
"Death awaits James"
I prepare myself for what's to come
And as he floats down from the sun
I sink my feet deep into the ground
Charging for a detrimental blow
I spring from below and rise into the sky
And going down flames start to arise
Blood begins running down my face
And the the figures face has started to shape shift
Changing into a more pixelated resolution
Something in me switched and i became furious, vicious, and relentless
Stopping at nothing until he's dead
So i reset
And released all my fury
He releases a digital wave
Sucking me into a world of the unknown
I drop to the floor
And as i get up, catch my breath, and look around at this world
My body recharges
Finally ready to end this f*cking thing