Omnes Una Manet Nox

Uncertainty of what's to come
 Overwhelmed our hero
 His part of the deal was done
 Will the fate bestow him?
 Will the story have a happy end?
 Seth arrived to the appointed spot where
 Raven Cult brought Irene for them to reunite
 Scars on her beautiful face made him aware
 Of the Cleavers' deranged brutality towards her in the night
 Her oddly cold greeting surprised our hero
 She evaded brother's embrace, in tears, speechless took the carriage
 Seth followed her to the cab
 His confusion was tearing him up
 "I'm so glad that you are alive"
 "And I wish you'd have left me to die
 What I've been through in that place
 A mortal soul should never endure
 But the worst torment of all
 Was to learn who you truly are"
 "All these years I've looked up to you
 With you as my crutch and my hero I grew up
 The idol you've once been to me is no more
 Where is the person I've used to have trust in?
 You have spared no one, all of those lives
 Were taken by you without hesitation
 Brother, the difference is slight in my eyes
 Between yours and Cleavers' deeds and intentions
 Unaware of the path you have chosen
 My heart was broken, my soul - ripped apart
 I've had enough, I'm saying goodbye
 The time has come for me back home to depart"
 Irene has left him by his house
 And rode forth into the crimson sunset
 Grief-stricken Seth stood by the roadside
 Faltering he moved upstairs in cold sweat
 One month passed, and pain still persisted
 He's hidden away in his lodging forlorn
 Bottle's enticement he never resisted
 From behind the curtains he glanced full of scorn
 As a mad poet he searched for the words
 To explain himself to his sister beloved
 Yet nothing seemed right, all his thoughts were interred
 In the endless letters to the ceiling piled up
 One sleepless night our hero, still restless,
 Was pacing around with a bottle in hand
 Another held one of his countless letters
 Will it put his craving to a desired end?
 Seth suddenly noticed the
 Raven that sat on the sill staring back into his soul
 Is anything left there at all
 Visions came back to his mind
 Our hero fell on the ground with the letter
 That turned out to be his last one
 Curtains fall, lights out
 And so, thy blood by your own hands was spilt
 The prophecy is now fulfilled