• Darkness spreads like black-feathered Wings,
    and blood spills to paint it crimson.

    Nothing is in order.
    Nothing is proper.

    All is broken.
    All is panicked.

    A demented yet refined war,
    a Demon's ideal behavior.

    Because...
    Chaos is destruction.

    White as far as the eye can see,
    the Key that's never used.

    Everything originates here,
    and so to here it must return.

    There is no light in the Void.
    There is no darkness either.

    A never-ending sea of creation and chaos.
    That the gods cannot control.

    Because...
    Oblivion is Nothing.