(Vision of Arma Fatalica)

A perfect archness in a perfect world
Which shall be reined by those who never grow old
All the darklings of denial and hybrids of deception
Roam now in the lands of soulforce absorption
Torturing and killing, the promised massacre of Satan

(The Black Mage)
In a reality which leaves no place for the weak
Only those who truly wish to live forever will
For unanswered questions only the blind shall seek
Only those who know what surrounds them can feel

This act of lust in the hall of the dead
A darkness blinding the blind
Defning the def, the screams of pain of death
Between blank skies and solid earth
Man will choose the sin
Those who won't one day shall see
There is no other way to live and be

Rain of glass and tears of sand
Fire flaming through my hand
Burning everything to end
Shadows and darkness always blend

(The White Mage)

Conflicts are of endless destruction
To live is not to fight until death
Mankind is not of instinctive reactions
To fight for your loved ones is to fight for yourself

Earth gives us life
Time takes it away
Power is not given by words
Water and air to let us stay
Fire to let us go

Rain of glass and tears of sand
Water's streaming through my hand
Drowning everything to end
Light says darkness away to send



(Arma Fatalica)

Everyone is bound to death
God and Satan are one
Mythical beast given the power to let -
Us all one day be gone

Nothing lasts after forever
Not even I
There are no true immortals
Even gods will one day die

Five lines to complete one circle
A sacred star that binds all worlds
For light one heaven
For darkness one hell
One world in the middle for gods to control

Rain of glass and tears of blood
Fire, air and water can't
Control the power holds the ground
For earth is the element of gods

(The Innocent)

Earth is for walking
Fire for heat
Water's for drinking
Air is to breath

Souls are as air and can not be seen
Souls are what judged for good deeds and sins
Souls are eternal and will never be gone
Souls are for us, Immortal have none

Choosing your path
Consider the past
Terms of time belong
In a place where life is long
We die and born every day
The Pentagram forever stays
We are given the choice
To choose ourselves
Or to live under force

Rain of water and tears of air
Mortals now no longer care
With innocence comes no despair
To ask for more I wouldn't dare