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