The Garden of Adem

In the Garden of Adem, where shadows hold their breath,
Where time stands still in a silent, timeless waltz,
Two figures meet — light and the shadow of death,
God and the Demon, locked in a cosmic clash.

One is the creator, the guardian of all,
The other — the destroyer, who answers to no call.
Their eyes lock like thunder, their wills intertwine,
And the garden trembles beneath the weight of their might.


The Garden of Adem, where silence breaks apart,
Where light and darkness wage their endless war.
Who will prevail? Whose power rules this heart?
In this battle lies the fate of all we’ve known before.


God raised His hand — and dawn ignited the sky,
Rays like spears, piercing through the darkest night.
The Demon cried: «You cannot erase my trace,
My mark is etched in every corner of this place!»

The earth split open, rivers turned to flame,
Trees bent low as if in a nightmare’s name.
But God stood firm, His gaze a burning flame,
While the Demon laughed: «Your strength is just a game!»


The Garden of Adem, where silence breaks apart,
Where light and darkness wage their endless war.
Who will prevail? Whose power rules this heart?
In this battle lies the fate of all we’ve known before.


Then — one final strike, like thunder in the air,
The world held its breath, waiting for what lay there.
Light and darkness merged into a single storm,
And the garden vanished, leaving only dust and form.

But in that dust, in that silent space,
A trace remains — not light, not shade.
God and Demon, fused as one,
Became part of the eternal spinning sun.

The Garden of Adem — now just a tale,
Yet in the heart of the world, their struggle still prevails.
Every choice, every step we take,
Echoes of that battle, an eternal wake.

The Garden of Adem, where silence breaks apart,
Where light and darkness wage their endless war.
Who won? Whose power rules this heart?
In this battle lies the fate of all we’ve known before.