and even God can die

they are passing by, unburdened souls of Erebus,
outside the chaotic runaway
walkin' along with the fairies of dolly birds
so restless and unwilling to die
when Lucifer has come down on the burning earth
...
a dim-light shines still
accompanies me writing the parchment with a quill
while the angel's arguing with the devil
judging the one who's able to devour me in the chill
...
the time's grew old
without me even noticing
but they're still clashing their wings
until the remaining is nothing but gold
...
the grey wings of them now are so weak
ready to be fell upon crows' beaks

and me... lives on my dream