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