Onward across the barren wastelands I march on through the lines of fire, on Deadly grounds of hellish fate with shield in hand, I swing my sword, as my Blood boils, my anger takes control of this reality to k** on the fields of war And now their blood has stained my garments, I can taste the dead and when I See the last to fall, only then will I scream victory, but they are strong, they Attack with conviction, eye to eye, a demon's face, i see the hideous, alone I Stand strong, never to give in or fall and on the hill I face an army of shadows, Something goes wrong, I lose my vision, I'm left helpless but I clearly see the Truth of my destiny, even though I was blinded, I can still see the flames