The land of God is made of sparkling gold,
A place of sinless souls and angel tones,
Where vivid answers to the secrets told,
A graceful home where no one feels alone.
The land of death is filled with painful cries,
A realm of evil demons craving blood,
Where nothing stopping those of flaming skies,
A home to beings slaughtered by the Flood.
For those who wisely trust in Him above,
A kingdom blessed, no greater the reward.
If others fly in darkness such a dove,
A dungeon cursed, no closer to the Lord.
A destined world of pain for those who do,
The path you take is fully up to you.