The Art Of An Endless Creation

They were drawn nigh by void,

By abyss, tranquility, heat,

Demise and silence

The perfect order of death

The angels of illusion

Ready for creation

The grand show of the universe

For great are the forces

Of fusion and flames

There, where the bitter fear ends

Where power grows in strength

For open are the goblets of despair

And the circlet made of thorns

Here, in the caves, where

The illusion and freedom fade

And from their hands

A fire shall spring

And craft the suns

The angels of illusion

In the act of making

The art of an endless creation

For great are the forces

Of fusion and flames

From their hands

A fire shall spring

The suns and the worlds

United in fire shall last until

The next creation