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