White demons, black angels, true force unleashed
One below, one above
Earth turns black
As the creatures come
Blow the horns, grab the swords
I see them gathered in the hords
Gathering...
I see through one, he mutters death
Nor dead or alive he watched the fall
All died...butchered, slaughtered.
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