So there you go

So there you go, out numbered, no where to run but death.
The loved ones stare at you with lifeless bodies.
Who once was your shield from your self,
now looks down on you, just a head on a spike.
All the ones you have sought strength and shoulder from,
now start their eternal rest.

So there you go,
afraid,
alone,
faithless,
hopeless,
crying,
arms heavy,
legs frozen,
instincts won't kick in...
All that you have built, all that you have protected,
gone down just because you wouldn't put down your blade.

Now what? You don't have time to think.
Do or die.
The hordes come closer.
You are surrounded on an open field.
Spears towering over savage men - that's your horizon.

Wield me.
I am hope.
I am freedom.
The avenger in your hand.
Vengeance.
Vengeance, then you can die.
I once protected who you love.
Now let me kill who you hate.
Wield me, and wind will move.
Wield me, and fire will burn.
Wield me, till you're insane.
For insanity is your salvation alone.
Cut like there's no tomorrow. Cut.  They are not men.

See the spear heads?
They are horns.
Demons have amassed to eat you.
Believe in me, I am hope.
Fear them. Feel the horror in your bones.
Only then will you hear it.
The beat I choose. Music from your heart that wakes the dead.
Listen to me. Only me.
I'm in every blade... Every spear head, every arrow, everywhere. Move.

You believe. Now, you are fear.
You are the demon who shall feed. Dance with me.
I shall guide your every move. I'll drive you insane.

So you have lost a limb, so now you give up?
It's only an arm, you can still wield me.
Look at your feet. See the bodies you have piled?
There's still more to go. More play mates, more fun.
You feel the pleasure? That is insanity.
You want more? Then wield me, I am everywhere.

That is him, the lord demon of all.
The one who killed love and forced despair.
He gave me to you. Return the favor.
Thrill him as I have thrilled you.
Move. What? You can't see? To hell with sight.
Just listen to the beat. There. You hear?
The stone of sorrow, what once was your heart.
Love has turned to hate, and now you are fear.
Give back the sorrow, show him how good his gift looks on you.
What now? No blade? Yes there is. His. ... There, good and done.
No one to owe thanks to. Not even me.
For I am you.