War of Infinities enrages,
'Cause arrant demons break the Law,
True words are said by Archont Sages -
If U want Peace, prepare for Gore.
Feel blazing sky, and clouds of ashen,
The Evil smoke souls Cigarette.
For human race the angels' slashing,
But people blind to see vendetta.
All in all, we don't care,
We take the sword
And go There...
Oh come on we,
We can win the race,
So see,
Fighting face to face,
Just hear,
Trumpets blare the phase
All Up - No plea!
We stand and bow when Father speaking,
The orders clear, and we fulfil.
Dark Netherworld is keep on freaking,
But we are meant to save and heal.
Wall to wall, pain we share,
Someone will fall,
The rest will flare...
Oh come on tell,
We can win the race,
Our spell
Will burn out and erase
This Hell,
End eclipse of the Haze,
We get on well!
Win The Race!
© Copyright: Дитрих Даркер, 2026
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