*They speak, their voice sounding like it hasn't been used in years.*
"...The ancient grandfather clock strikes four, an uninvited presence gone past their mind's doors...
Gates to open where their mangled bodies lay, at which where evil lives, the fourth will not stay...
Plans shown but not yet seen, all to break the barrier between...
A twisted philosophy, a twisted game, ten apart are not the same...
Four sacrifices and broken pasts, even in death, His spell lasts...
The clock's tolls can be seen as a curse, the tortureds' fear paling next to a reality much, much worse...
You are not a sacrifice, I wish you well, this is merely a warning of what is yet to come being hell...
Two worlds, yet to collide, all to let One back outside."