Poems of Narad

Moment of Truth

In the rising of evil when the black Fiend's voice
Exhorts jihads in the name of the Righteous One
And legions of his followers rejoice
As innocents are slain, death's hour begun

Once more upon the stained and bloodied earth,
The soul of man is in the balance weighed,
Where demon forces fight to stay the birth
Of Truth engendering love, the Word obeyed

That leads the soul to its higher destiny.
The armies of darkness seek to quench the light.
The golden age awaits humanity
When overcome is our compact with the night.