Omega Terror Six friends who avoid the ending Now must find that one true sending, Off to war to meet their fates Or to reunite at heaven’s gates, Was it the angels who bade them forward Or that fiery devil that beckoned toward, Those dark and deadly days of night In which only two would survive? One became mortal to end its pain That in which guides the reins Are often hard to proclaim It tries hard to maintain The second is not of ugly descent But could never be lost of its scent Broken by too many of the different sex But now had join no coven or sects The end is there as well as the start That none would defeat the silent cart That drove down the ages of man To solely go with no paler tan…