I hold a sword in my hand,
I'm looking at an army of scum.
It is just all in my head,
This is the war of my mind.
This is my way,
Where I will stay.
In my heart pain,
What else can I say?
Demons make me suffer and cry,
But I won't meet them again.
I have scars but I'll never die,
They go to Hell and I always pray.