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