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