A person in a blue cloak in a poppy field looks towards a sunset between two colossal ancient pillars, with other robed figures.

Come now, swing wide those gates, 'Cause I have paid my penance kindly well in time for judgement day. Somehow, I knew my fate. Turns out the gods we thought were dying were just sharpening their blades. Have you been waiting long for me? I am the final dawn, I am the flood, and what was missing from those scriptures will be written in my blood. Dig down into the mud. What good is all this talk of wings when there is nothing left above? Have you been waiting long for me? Have you been waiting long? No matter how we feel, we've got a taste for one another and a few good years to kill. No matter what is real, it seems that even in Arcadia, you walk beside me still. Have you been waiting long for me? Have you been waiting long for me? See more