• In the deep, black night
    Our sleeping eyes miss
    How the gods do fight;
    Reality falls into abyss.

    Their conflict unknown
    By every mortal
    Each power conquered
    And hurled through a portal.

    The weaker succumb
    To the ethereal strain
    Their limbs become numb
    And they perish in pain.

    Many bodies are burnt,
    For the gods otherwise heal
    So many lessons learnt,
    And so many lives to steal.

    The war will eventually cease
    And the gods will all be dead.
    The universes will have deceased;
    In their place left only dread.

    Eventually chaos will reign supreme
    And daylight will never come.
    Reality will tear at the seams
    And the chords of disaster will hum.

    The wheels of time will turn
    And later will create
    The product of laws spurned -
    The essence of beauty late

    New powers will be reborn,
    And order will restore
    A world that was once torn
    will no longer need endure.
    and the chords of disaster will hum.