The Song of Closing

The brother cast to shadows
Alone and cursed to roam
Wanders until the closing
The Lost who find the home

The artist corrupts the painting
The brush itself rebels
For a drop of paint restoring
Painter, his soul, he sells

The darkness not defeated
Confined to darker realms
Vile king soon returning
When hears the closing bells

Crush the mountains, Flood the valleys
Forests burn and oceans boil
Cattle dying harvest spoiling
Rotted flock and rotted soil

Creation rings the song of closing
Heavens falling, Nether rising
Future returning, the past reliving
All existence now composing

The Choir comes to sing the song of closing.