Before the creation of good With evil I used to be friends Close we were like brothers once Two bearers of same brand But time did come to separate To take on different roads I walked the path of smaller gift While he was sanctified Before the creation of good With evil I used to be friends Close we were like brothers once Two bearers of same brand But still we meet from to time
And drink some purple wine Discuss the course and goals and joys Of our very different lives And since our last encounter Milleniums have pa**ed I must admit I miss him much This friend — the best, the last Still I am sure that when we meet Once more we drink some wine When order or its rightful breed — when chaos rules again