The Final Battle

The Anxious Day Everyone Bleeds For
This Moment Of Time Already Declined
Stands Arch Angels And Arch Devils
Drawing Their Retrievals Against Each Other
Shaking Off Their Lives Calamity
Crosses Lined Pentagrams Formed
One Of Holy Blemished Water
The Other Of Putrid Fire
Between The Gates They Stand
Staring Into Each Other's Nightmares
Anesthetically The Angels Spread Their Wings
While The Others Burn Their Sorrow
Darkening The Pragmatical Sky
Forcing Fiends Away While Luring Light
Bringing Manifested Wraiths While Seeing Light
Drenched In A Sumerian Glow
Each Having A Celestial Guardian
Cryptic Pastures Wanting To Strip Limbs Off
Less Than Human Feeble Minded It Seemed
Their Emotions Disconnected
Sunken Deep Into Colonies Of Hate
Letting Their Memories Go Blind
Not Thinking Who They Really Are
Blocking All That Is Dark And Holy
Leaving No Ray Of Light Neither Cold Shadow
Taking Them Down And Up
Breaking Stained Barriers
Taking It Down
Nevermore To The Ground
Shooting Stars From The Eternity
Empowering Nothing But Themselves
Never Knowing What Is Happening Next
Blaming A Hate Of The Unknown Talented
Scared Motions Traveling Through The Spine
Always The Same Falling Over And Over