Dancing through the darkness
Of twilight's remembrance
Edges forth a move made by one from Vision,
To calm and soothe those damned missions,

From becoming the defeat of his final reign
Whilst the fiery grasp holds his Bane,
The Seven shall walk from the gates of eternity,
Holding their hands in lasting fraternity,

For the one they know with darkened yearning
Waits only a moment for their souls burning,
With cloths of a linen so white,
The sashes across their chests to fight,

They pull their swords of plague from side,
To hold them outward and defeat his stride,
As the Stranger moves much quicker now,
Under the cover of his father's brow,

Still knowing his reign will be evermore,
And his story will be household lore,
'Til the one who comes with scepter and rod,
Brings forth a justice of of the beloved God,

And claims he has the answer to each question,
If only a heart shows of good possession,
He will unlock the key to the gates of peace,
As the Stranger would hide and finally cease,

But not on his clock will the Stranger retreat,
For there are still souls so sweet to eat,
And a job that given he was by kin,
Beneath each layer of skin,

To destroy the light that plagued the world,
Rule each life until in fire they are hurled,
While the shadow of guilt falls one by one,
The spiritus sancti is with but none,

And the Stranger laughs as the battle begins,
When the Seven draw their swords to end this Sin,
They gather themselves with kings alike,
For one swift move and killing strike,

Since the kings have arrived in groups of plenty,
To the place they call the end of many--
The birthplace of both good and evil,
The whore of cities from times primeval,

A sight to which the woman rode toward,
Riding closely to the trees of green,
Knowing she has already been seen,

By her one and only lover,
The Stranger they wished to uncover,
But never knew 'til the birth would come,
Of child in hands and beast at drum

To pound the beat of good's defeat,
As the One he wished to destroy,
Gave birth to the baby boy,

And the Stranger knew in hearts of true,
That only danger could lie ahead
When the rider in white so boldly came
To off his head and in good had claimed

The end of the Stranger that we once knew,
The darkness within each soul of rue,
And a beginning to the Reign of New,
As the Stranger and his brothers in fire burned,

'Til not even one would return.