Lines of time, drawn to an end
constants of fate, never thought to be bent
the fields of destiny already are prepared

failure and glory are not to be shared

The human's spirit is now free

forever gone all agony
all rules are crumbling to dust
absurd beliefs gone in a gust


In the eyes of an angel a heavenly glare
on the other side a demonic stare

the wings of light face the winds of time
the wings of darkness in a blistering line
The armies clashing at each other on the plains

twisted features frozen on an angel's face
demon's corpse dissolves in a blaze of flames
good and evil disappear in a void