• Messenger of the Reaper.
    Angry at the sun he is
    He know now he walks in defeat.
    Pass villages of ashes and fallen memories
    Amid in fear and anger.
    Like a dream he had many years ago.
    Devils and Angels couldn't perceive The fall of Heaven and Hell.
    All the artist and warriors now bleed out their hearts and eyes.
    All that is left now is a grimace face upon the messenger of the reaper.

    Blooming pedals of infernal masterpieces
    Forged inside the screaming anguish of the fallen humanoids.
    Our saints and sinners could not be decisive as we demons are.
    So says the messenger of the reaper...

    In due time, our reign of a tyrant king shall be ascendant.
    And give us all the light we need to reinvigorate our previous mishaps.
    The messenger of the reaper is grieving in pain.
    He slowly fades away into black dust... of the unpredictable
    Fall of Heaven and Hell.