Sacrifice of Servitude

Rivers of blood will wipe these London streets

Leading to one thing

Leading to me

I've done my duty

And I have done it well.

How many people, for you, have I sent to my own, reserved section of Hell?

I can't count them.

I'll never know.

The oldest there knew me while I was righteous

When I had my soul.

And the newest?

They'll never know!

They'll see me as hungry

They'll know me as lustful

They think that I am deranged

They think I am a monster--

But isn't that true?

Isn't that what I've been reduced to?

By your family's hand, isnt that all I am?

Kept in a cage,

Chained to the wall,

I await command.

And I follow through.

You know I do!

Don't insult what remains of my honour!

I do my part!

I sacrifice all that's left in this ancient, shriveled heart...

For you!

For your purpose!

I am bound to your family line and I will see it,

I will see everything through.

No, I do not despide you... You're the closest thing I have left to anything of life.

Mine has passed--

None of the lives I take can bring mine back.

But still, blood will run.

It will sweep these streets and fill me.

After so long serving, I must command.

I have been chained for far too long.

But you've set me free, 

If even momentarily,

And I will relish in my actions,

And I will fill my need.

Because I need more power--

I never claimed to be void of greed--

But I need more power

To eliminate this threat.

And if that power comes from the blood of this city?

...Well, I haven't failed you yet.

Blood will run

And I will shriek

Because I am free in my blood gain

And I always do what is asked of me

Everything has let to this

Everything

It has always led to me