So here I am, in front of the hell's gates
I know I have to pass through them, as well as I know what awaits me there.
It's no other but my other myself, that exists since I had my very second thought.
I must fight, and win, before it finish controlling me.
The pain I felt lately only made him stronger, and I'm worried "I" can cause any danger.
But now I think... do I really want to win? Why not just make them pay?
I feel I can with him... So much power... all for me...
My consciousness fades... slowly disappears... I'm alive.