Heroic feats will change no fate
Within this world of fools and lies,
For Evil writes the script of hate,
And lackeys cheer as puppets rise.

Its plot is simple: fools obey,
Accept the chains, embrace the curse—
Just call it "Good," and they won’t stray
As centuries make things far worse.

These plays devour the soul and mind,
The goal is clear: to crush, deceive,
To shape a world where thought is blind,
Where fools are cattle—trained to grieve.

So wiser minds must seek anew
The ways to stand against The Night,
For brutes, led blindly, stand so few—
We cannot win without foresight.

Think before you rush once more
To save the herd that craves the chain,
For freeing fools in ruthless war
Might cast your wisdom down the drain.