Armageddon of My Soul

Swords, the blood and the death within This is where the battle has just begin Battalions of conflictual thoughts at once they all come Beating in the depths pounding like a drum The battlefield is soil my life feels bare As if no one is alive, No one was ever there I am a ghost of what once was lost I have fought now death is the cost Suddenly I see a light peeping through I feel the pain I smell the stench, I see the stain Then came a flood of blood but it seems to redeem? It washed my soul now I am clean It looks clean like the first winter snow Spotless and pure it just goes with a flow Open the gate welcome the One who has made me whole This is the Armageddon of my soul