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
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