Pitch black
Swirling tempest
The world has come to ad end
Shining crystal's rain from the heavens
The vanguard of hope reside within
While, from the depths of the void
Arise pure evil
Tombs of the fallen re awake
And there hearts replaced by false hope and despair
Weeping fairy's tears fill the sky with and aurora
While angels burst form crystals and resonate
A Great battle beckons
Far too long we have let this world die
And now nothing but death and agony fills the sky
As the aurora vanishes darkness appears though the night
Upon this day the world will change forever
And while I watched my world burn
I thought to myself
What a wonderful day...