The end of times,
Comes with reasons,
Comes with rhymes.
The end of times,
Exceeds seasons,
Unity binds.
Will the righteous shine so bright,
Or, will the treacherous bring the night,
When armies rise from the dead,
Will they make humans last bed?
The final resting place,
For our race?
Will the righteous reach the light,
Or, will the treacherous rule with might,
When dust returns to bone,
Will I be left all alone?
Or, will you flank my side,
For this next ride?