• Feathers of white, feathers of black... all drifting in the dark by a faint howling wind.
    Benediction, Anathema; together they sang.
    The Heavens strike of thunder - a furious bang!
    Two swords stand withered, silver and old.
    It was destiny's end as the sages foretold.
    And from the darkness, two figures emerge.
    Their hearts drawn fast as their powers diverge.
    The first appears by heavenly light, her weapon taken in a moment of blithe.
    The other turns fast, dark, wicked, and cruel. He takes up his weapon - his hatred to fuel.
    Neither angel, not man, there are few who understand.
    The power which until now had been sealed, erupts with a fury, its purpose revealed.
    What once was whole, since torn apart.
    Now the only way whole is straight through the heart.
    One will live. The other will die.
    Even if fail, forever they'll try.
    Will there be Heaven?
    Will there be Hell?
    Until this is over there are none that may tell...