As I secretly wish for what I don’t possess,
And in my words what I already have!
I spit in the dark phalange,
For it doesn’t please me!
I curse the legions of demons,
For what I suffered!
And my pain doesn’t seem to go away!
But isn’t the flaming sword there true?
And as I use it to defeat them,
It consumes me and turns me in them!
In the end, my heart is broken again.
Nothing that I can do will stop it!
It will rebuild it self just to love again,
Love the wrong again, the same wrong!
And I wish for crusading knight to come,
And charges with his lance against mine heart!
To finally destroy what then was peace and now is war!