"Hello everone! How y'all doing?!" The capacity crowd roars back their response. "Alright! Now, I recognize a lot of you in the first few rows, but for all of you who don't know how we do it, Through the Eyes of Madness is what you call a power metal band; and sometimes I like to put a little hip-hop style in my vocals. Don't worry, it works. And for our farewell concert here, you can see we have a live orchestra with us- stand up, guys- the same orchestra we've had on our albums. Now let me introduce these guys on stage: on guitar, our master shredder, Peter McArthur!"

A short man with sideburns and a mohawk smiles and steps forward, playing a short pentatonic riff. "Yeah! And on bass guitar, we have KAZ. KILLINGS!" A man with a narrow face and long black bangs nods, and plays the bass sting from Seinfeld. "Back there we have Dave "Ratchet" Smith poundin' the drums!" A man with bushy brown hair and wearing a backwards baseball cap twirls his drumsticks and plays a short drumroll. "And I am Simon Littner, I'll be singing for you guys today.

Since this is our last show, we spent a lot of time debating over the set list, and you know what guys? We couldn't leave anything out, so we'll be playing all the songs from Eulogy and Seasons, everything!

And we start every concert this way, so say it with me: Always! A! Hero!"

The orchestra plays a few bars of a descending, somewhat dissonant melody in A#, and then the music settles into a slow, pounding rhythm:

"There's a ghost in the shell

And I'm feeling haunted

The emptiness cries out

Reason flies out,

A broken winged butterfly

Who will be the one to save me?

What hero will triumph now?"

The beat picks up during the second verse, and explodes into a frantic pace at the chorus:

"I rose to the heights of glory;

I crashed down to rock-bottom lows

I wanted it, I could taste it

Everything I'd ever dreamed

But never before had I believed

My rage would not be enough..."

The music slows back into the heavy rhythm of the verse:

"The empty city streets

Fill up with the oppressed

And all the broken cry out:

Kill it with fire!

Their dreams won't be snuffed out!

I rose to the heights of glory;

I crashed down to rock-bottom lows

I wanted it, I could taste it

Everything I'd ever dreamed

But never before had I believed

My rage would not be enough..."

The orchestral opening plays again, the beat still speeding on:

"My fire has burned down to ashes

Ashes falling like the snow

I am just the embers

You are always a hero

I rose to the heights of glory;

I crashed down to rock-bottom lows

I wanted it, I could taste it

Everything I'd ever dreamed

But never before had I believed

My rage would not be enough..."

The band holds the last power chord, and the orchestra plays a less dissonant version of the opening in A:

"But together, we can win this game..."

The crowd cheers and whistles. "Thank you!" Calls Peter McAthur. "We've got another one from Eulogy coming up, it's called X Meets Y!" At a nod from Simon, the orchestra plays a short energetic phrase, and the song kicks in to a driving, heroic rhythm.

"X!

Marks the spot

Where I buried my secret treasure

My hidden joy, now to be forgotten

WHY?!

Does the past

Fade away and slip out of our hands

When the future, our destiny comes to call?"

Simon puts a foot an an amplifier and leans back as he screams out the high notes:

"How much more can I take?

Something here must break

Life meets death as the mountains quake"

The orchestra plays ghostly echoes of the verse melody as Simon quietly questions:

"In what dream is this possible?

How can this be?"

The ghostly echoes persist as the band plays a heavier version of the verse riff:

"Running, forever trying to escape

I don't know why, but it's always been this way

Must reach the end before it is too late

Because to run is not my fate!"

The heavy riff stomps along for a few bars, as the orchestra swells. Then, the band's groove takes a slightly more melodic turn:

"And now I feel this is the end

I'm too wounded to pretend;

My secret treasure should have never left my hand

Now that it's gone I finally understand

I must heal

I must cleanse

I must rise to Heaven, to meet you again!"

As Simon's high note trails off, there is a short burst of applause. "Thanks," He says. "We're gonna go Beyond the Impossible for a little bit, then we'll get into some of Seasons. ARE. YOU. READY?!"