It is, as they say... that God loved mortal man more then any Angel. But have you asked yourself why that is? With his infinite power and wisdom, why did he make you so weak, the span of your existence so short, the scope of your perception so narrow? Your love of God Is as a child loves his mother, or more aptly as a dog loves his master. A pure love born out of ignorance. Mortals accept death as an inevitability, because they know nothing else, every generation before them has grown old and died. Content to live as there fathers did, to ponder the same questions, to dream the same dreams, to fight the same pointless wars against each other. To pray that their souls live on forever. But this speck of light you call the universe has never been eternal, I know this better then anyone, better then any creature born from his light. I alone know the futility of his Crusade against the darkness, I have seen the universe end countless times. I have seen billions of worlds die, stars burn out, devoured by darkness... All the souls in your heaven torn to shreds, over and over... an endless cycle of death and rebirth. I was the first Angel, perhaps it was out of his loneliness and despair that I was allowed to retain my memories and soul... Each time, i was reborn to fight again, to lead his armies into battle. I was the only one who saw it coming, I was the only one who saw how weak he truly was. This time I couldn't bear to see everything end the same way. They had the audacity to call me a traitor, But it doesn't matter how they remember me, if I fail only God and I shall know the truth... That Lucifer was the only one with the strength and conviction to stand against the old ones... The only one willing to fight when God Himself has abandoned all hope.

In the absence of time before the light
Cannibalistic mutants move through the night
In the darkness of space
In the absence of the human race
A lonely light cries
A sickness that burned there black eyes
Born with no allies, the light soon dies
Back into darkness, alone with the rage,
That was the end of the first age.

The second big bang burning bright
His holy light cutting through the night
Lucifer will lead the fight
Charge against the enemies of Light
Press into the darkness with all your might
The White Wizard Stands Pure and Blonde, forcing his way into the great beyond
Leading his army against all odds, into the realm of the Elder Gods
Charge against the enemies of Light
Press into the darkness with all your might
The White Wizard Stands Pure and Blonde, forcing his way into the great beyond
Leading his army against all odds, into the realm of the Elder Gods
But he would never return, and once again it all must burn
Now we turn the page to the third age,
Was all part of Lucifer’s Plan?
The Second Great War was created by man.

In the beginning of this fight I used to dream in Black and White
I lost sight of what was wrong and what was right
all these soldiers lying dead and decayed ,The Fallen Warriors of your crusade,
and now even when I pray, I see the world in shades of grey
Now I must open the door, harness the powers to win this war
Lesser men would run and cower, but I feel the incredible power
Create a New Race, apart from His Grace, powers beyond time and space
Beyond the Ascended, I am the White, the Right Hand of the Holy Light
Another dimension beyond His reach where strange creatures growl and screech
Create a Legion of Nineteen, to construct The God Machine
A race of demons strong and brave enough to fight back a constant wave
Of the Ancient and Arcane, Enraged by my Presence on the Astral Plane

Lucifer Enters the God Machine, the results were unforeseen
He would never return, and once again it all must Burn
an army with no master, through the portal… the great disaster
demons that Lucifer spawned, enter our world from the great beyond