Destiny of the Chosen

When the sky breaks,
And the hosts of Heaven and Hell make war,
Those of the chosen path, destruction or salvation,
Will fight to death, for the win,
Nothing less, nothing more.
When Fire rains from heaven,
And Ice rises from Hell,
When blood and ichor alike
Stain the Earth all around,
Then there will be a tremendous sound,
As good prevails over evil,
And the Earth can finally heal.
But there will be a terrible cost,
For the mortals are no more.
There will have been a great loss,
Because of great and terrible war
That had to be fought.
But, again, there will be light,
And oh, it will be a marvelous sight,
As the Earth, that was once an empty husk,
Blood, tears, fire and dust,
Will begin to regrow,
To heal the land
And eradicate the snow.
When the sky breaks,
And the mountains fall into sea,
We'll all know,
Without a doubt,
That war will happen,
Bringing famine, disease, and drought.
We very well may not survive,
But the work we do
Will definitely suffice.
So grab your arms,
Fight for your beliefs,
Because once it is over,
The Earth will turn over a new leaf.
We are the Chosen,
And this our Destiny.
Fate's dark Hand
Will sweep over the land,
And every man woman and child
Will have to endure the fire...