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



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 angels face

A demons corpse dissolves in a blaze of flames

Good and evil disappear in a void



The humans spirit is now free

Forever gone all agony

All rules are crumbeling to dust

Absurd beliefs gone in a gust