a game that has no end.
He doesn't have a friend,
yet he insists to send
a messenger of clay
with no message to bind.
his quest, the message says,
the rules that it obeys,
the price that virtue pays,
and things of every kind
which breeds insanity.
will drive him to the quest.
He thinks, like all the rest,
that if he does his best,
he'll save humanity,
and quests will be no more.
the quests that people chase,
they make the world embrace,
and bring me to this place,
but oh how I abhor
the quest that brought me here,
how quests can be so right;
the helmet of the knight
is not to show his might,
but just to hide the tear
this song may bring today:
a game that has no end,
alone without a friend,
the lord may now descend,
he knows I will obey,
Prometheus is bound.