The primal instinct, always lurking Hidden beneath the fragile skin of civilization When the walls of order fall, the mask shatters And the beast within raises its voice Among ashes and blood Innocence devoured by chaos Innocence devoured by chaos Children on the island, reflections of humanity Laid bare without chains, without rules, without veils Fear becomes worship, violence becomes law Despair becomes a choir Despair becomes a choir The monster does not dwell in the forest Nor the sea, nor the darkness outside It is born within every gaze Feeding on anger, hunger, power It is the primal scream That tears through the silence of reason Tears through the silence of reason Children on the island, reflections of humanity Laid bare without chains, without rules, without veils Fear becomes worship, violence becomes law Despair becomes a choir Despair becomes a choir No heroes remain Only survivors, scarred Scarred by the ashes of their own brutality And the question echoes The question echoes When the veil of order falls once more Who will we truly be? When the veil of order falls once more Who will we truly be?