The Devils Song and The Angels Horn

I can see them in my dreams, flashes of the stars falling from the heavens, blood soaking the ground. I can feel it slithering under my skin through my veins, boiling, burning me from the inside out like lava. Humanity lost and monsters now roam the streets, while those who once ruled this paradise cower in the shadows defeated by the beasts that call themselves Angels. And those who would save them damned as if they were the Devils. A song to save the souls of the lost, a Horn that destroyed their world, and a war to last a century who will be victorious.