Two thousand and sixty-six years
On top of decades already unnumbered
Will find the two armies upon the battlefield
Wherever it may be, that Armageddon.
A white King and a dark prince
Each seated atop his steed
The King on a pale horse made of holy fire
The prince on a black horse made of lies.
Each will have an army ranged behind him
One light, and one dark
One right, and one wrong
Dark destined to be slaughtered by the King’s fiery blade.
He is a King of love, gentle as a lamb
But He roars like a lion, too
His blade won’t falter on the final day
When the black army stands against Him.
On His right-hand is Anna Berlin
On His left-hand is Vaya Eleria
Two vampire princesses pledged to the King
For the vast stretch of eternity.
Children of an evil sovereign
Whose bloodlust once separated…
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