In The Hour Of Desperation

A cyclone of black shades,
Weathered, draped ebony,
Holding twin majesties,
One white-winged reaper,
And the Shadowfury keeper,
The axis of Earth in their hands,

Scythe and sword,
Crossed and torn,
Between fate and faith,
Wyvern-born,
Up against Heaven's deathly wraith,

The peak of wrath reflected in his eyes,
Noktus fought with anger,
And a pressing lust for death,
When the coming end was near,
All but clear was the victor,
In a battlefield of ash and ember,

Azriel reflected,
In the guise of grace,
His enemy before him,
All but majestic ablaze,

London, battlefield of the sixth-age war,
A blight for darkness to implore,
The sunken skies to bleed the autumn eternal,
Dread Lust fell upon the thoughtless weak,
A tragic end for the light to seek,
In the hour of desperation,

Tension in the mist, growing,
Spreading fear within,
For the coming of the black daze,
Hopeless yet to see,
What the battle comes to be,
For the calling of the black days,
Hell and Heaven fight,
For the honor-ridden right,
To bring humanity it's black daze,
Hopeless yet to be,
In the coming tragedy,
For the calling of the black days,

The angel and the demon fought,
Gladiators of a shattered dimension,
Slowly writing the history,
Of the new age, broken and severed,

Nightmares,
Hideous, vile-dreamt,
Reality,
Fed the,
Background, a dead war zone,
Of two,

London, battlefield for a promised end,
A prophecy only man would send,
Yet still an image in the eyes of the broken,
Dread Lust fell upon the thoughtless weak,
A tragic end for the light to seek,
In the hour of desperation,

Tension in the mist, growing,
Spreading fear within,
For the coming of the black daze,
Hopeless yet to see,
What the battle comes to be,
For the calling of the black days,
Hell and Heaven fight,
For the honor-ridden right,
To bring humanity it's black daze,
Hopeless yet to be,
In the coming tragedy,
For the calling of the black days.