A point in time that nobody knows.
Beyond the forgotten past where history goes.
Created in a plain where life had begun.
Defeated by lies where the truth is dead and done.

Exciled in an echoing distance while shackled in hate.
Forging the first of humanity in detoriarating fate.
Glowing in darkness before the curtains are lifted.
Howling like wolves after the tears have drifted.

In the shadows of dusk and on the break of dawn.
Justifying the wrath of an unspoken behaviour that is in spawn.
Knitting the torn fabrics of an untamed mind.
Left alone and shredded before an eye thats gone blind.

Moon was rising above the horizon of waves.
Nimbly uplifting the final rave.
On the last passing hour that came walking.
Poetic voices were heard, the angels were talking.

Quest of truth that forever was denied by lies.
Resenting wishful wisdom and life starts to cry.
Some souls burning in the depths of the scorching blaze.
Tough luck determined within the flames of the burning maze.

Under the fire and above the grave.
Violent whispers are spoken by those who are not saved.
Whatever happens in the time of the fall of men.
Xerxes or the other fallen will not be welcomed at the den.

Years of unending carnage from wars that would never make sense.
Zeus and all known deities in heaven and olympus must then divide their fence.