The lights go out and a caucophony of manic laughter echoes throughout the arena. The Xtron displays a face, vile, wretched. The crowd begins to chant: "Who let the stranger in? We did, we did." The face opens its eyes, glaring at Menos in the ring. At that moment the crowd silences, awaiting for the visage to speak.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
In whom with the stranger leaves their trust.
A passion for crimson, a thirst for blood,
It flows like a river, much like the flood.

Warm bodies shiver in bitter cold
As numb ears fall deaf to stories told.
Shadows creep and your heartbeat fades,
The stranger has you, for unending decades.

Menos, Menos, sweet prince what have you done,
To deprive the earth the light of its sun.
Solider, Solider your future looks bleak
For its your challenge the stranger doth seek.

The lights return, and the crowd is now a sea of jesters, all laughing in unison before chanting once again: "Who let the stranger in? We did, we did."