Cervantes: "This is getting way out of hand
I best not trifle with a heart of vengeance."

But it was too late to save
The lives of the lost
Gwendolyn shalt not die
Still holding on the thread of life
And Constantine falters before her
The quiet then comes
Fear comes swift to the eyes of the betrayer
Bardos swallows in his fear
And conducts himself the sacrament of penance

Bardos: "Commence the ritual as for planned."

As she holds in her hands
The lock and chains
Aurora reaches a new level of derangement
The silence encompasses her memory
As space and time destroys her humanity

Bardos: "Reprehend me!"
Her father cries
Crying out to a false god
Deformed innocence
He fears his daughters coming wrath
And she stands before him
In a deathlike stare
She has come to bear the weight of her crown
The silence is deafening

Cervantes: "Burning... burning red fire."