The flame may die but evil is eternal
A spark will rise from the fires infernal
Grace and order will be gone in a flash
Burnt and razed and then scattered as ash
An angel's feather falling from the sky
A sign that the end of all good is nigh
A shadow cast upon the blinding light
Will herald the arrival of the endless night
The skies will be rife with flaming rock
And malevolent beings will jeer and mock
As the righteous fall into a pit so gory
The wicked will ascend with their darkest glory
Crimson blood will stain the earth
The air will resound with demon's mirth
Then flaming tongues of pain and rage
Will sear the world to it's black new age
