Theresa tells you 'You are next in my queue. Estimated remaining waiting time
is about 2min and 55s.'
You hear a poor, tortured soul whining 'I am Breschau from Livonia..'.

You sing: 'There stood I, majestic, galloping perfect and proud,
                heart carved of rock, bound to life,
                fools they all tried, to take me down,
                soon they failed, failed but one.'

You sing: 'I couldn't be moved, I couldn't be thrown,
                You, Ghoul any different, *HA!* come take my crown,
                questions so simple, so fragile, 'How?' and 'Why?',
                my only friends, when I was left to die.'

No, nobody home. Go away. You are not welcome here.

You sing: 'Ripped apart, my dear mortal coil,
                No! Never! Your turn, not mine, I'll still prevail,
                rip you to shreds, blaspheme your soul,
                just one more hit, one more swing of my sword.'

Theresa tells you 'You are next in my queue. Estimated remaining waiting time
is about 2min and 5s.'

You sing: 'Denied? What, are you afraid of me,
                laugh if you will, Ghoul, we're not through this yet,
                more evil forces than you, *Yes!* That's it,
                blinded my sight, hidden trap was set.'

The sky glows in hellish red, painting everything you see to sickly red.

You sing: 'All my knowledge, all my wealth,
                I would give for just one chance, one new deck dealt,
                no simple slips, no foul acts of war,
                No, not this time, my pleas left unheard.'

Theresa tells you 'Getting there, be patient.'

All those friends you used to your own benefit, where are they now?

You sing: 'Why all this, oh mighty Ghoul, pity the dead,
                pity I seek not, but peace for my heart,
                once so undoubtful, now empty, empty with life,
                maybe my fate, descent or my tribe? reasons, I cannot find.'

Theresa tells you 'You are next in my queue. Estimated remaining waiting time
is about 1min and 15s.'

You sing: 'No one will trust me, lend me an ear, hear,
                it could be done, If only this time, this one more time,
                oh what the hell, what's the point anyway,
                sorry excuse for a satyr, that's all now am I.'

All those friends you used to your own benefit, where are they now?

You sing: 'Lie still in my grave, my friends, please let me lie,
                well sure there'll be silence, too few are you now,
                can hear your laughter no more, sweet Ghoul,
                your smile, I feel it, last ray of sun on my tomb.'

You feel better, having sung your worries away.