March of the Sun
At the turning of the final sun
A world of heroes fail
A lift of rapturous light
A drawing of the veil
Time is spent on moving forwards
But sometimes histories lack
When darkness rolls across the land
The cost is high for tuning back
A pit of doom of scorching fires
One man withstands the flood
Clutching hold of prophecies child
His hands soaked in her blood
A second chance to dam the flow
To sail a ship without a mast
A fate of death and rot to come
All hope is buried in Gelast
Requiem of Chaos
Sleep when the world burns bright
For sand and fire give light
What has been is not right
A march to end their plight
With time itself you must fight
Before the sun sinks into night
The Dark Winged Angel Will Spell the End of a single Hope
A Dove sores in a twisted sky
Peace to all under its blanket of feathers
A Raven cries for those who die
Decay without its Wings of Light
Humming birds flutter from flower to flower
A blurring dance that only he knows
A Crow rides high on the cold zephyr
Black eyes watch as Blood of Innocents flows
A Robin skips in the frozen world
The debt is due on the life it rents
A swarm of Vultures circle over a bloody field
Watching a war between Shades of Malevolence
The Falcon swoops across the burning sands
A dangerous game it plays
The Magpie hordes the final piece
The Requiem of Chaos will raise
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