Final Battle

I call on War,
I call on Fate,
I call on Time,
I call on Death,
I call them all to serve me well,
To squeeze out Hatred's final breath,
I hurl them all into the fray,
The final war of Love and Hate,
It is Fated one will stay,
And the other, dissipate.
All I hear are tortured shouts,
Hatred takes its final fall,
All along I had no doubts,
This I know, Love conquers all!

The blood on Michael's sword is gleaming,
As Satan writhes and dies,
And still I hear the agonized screaming,
Of Satan's minions' cries.