my soul is the eye of the storm. their battered faces tell stories of better places, because the scars i bear will make you want to turn and run forever. now, hell is real. i know because i tore it down. we made a deal, but he didnt hold his end of the bargain. theres a heaven, too. i know because they threw me out, and i was burned by my demons on the way down. look around at the pawns, they never had a chance at survival. everything i've endured is the reason i'm alive and well. they failed because they are prone to the feeling of guilt. whereas i have taken lives and laughed at their rotting, lifeless expressions. the few like me, the same side of the rusted coin, will be the ones to put an end to your misery. we are the horsemen of the apocalypse, if you wont serve us, serve the last of the growing green. this is far from a threat, but a promise. help us help you win the battle and be rewarded. but if you try to cast your own shadow, face the wrath of the Regulators.