All hell broke loose,
Death is their muse.
Who has more might,
Darkness or light?
The battle has begun,
Between the heart and gun.
Their trophy is the world,
Their souls already sold.
Their target is our joy,
Which they seek to destroy.
Their enemy is life,
Their friend is only strife.
But the moon lights
the darkest nights,
the white sun heats,
the coldest streets.
The light forever will prevail,
While darkness doomed to fail.
At the darkest time the sun shall rise,
Bright light will spread upon our skies. |