What fires burn within my heart and force me to contend
With the perils that await me at this tragic
journey's end?
I have walked the roads that lead to hell, I have challenged all but fate.
I have fought and bled
and carried on just to reach this final gate
And now the task before me looms, this dire deed undone;
I shall make my
stand against all devilry until the battle's won.
What fear or wound could ever still this last defiant cry,
As I
stand against the Shadow 'neath the ever burning sky?'
