• Chaos reigns and devils howl,
    Innocence scatters, a demonic foul.
    Those that remain hold a key concept,
    That no matter what, they'll never defect.

    I stand firm in the house of light and dark,
    It yet remains to be,
    That all is well, and well is weak,
    To reveal the strength of me.

    I now speak words, of righteous morale,
    The ones that no one else will speak
    As syllables escape my lips,
    The devils begin to flee,
    Fearful of thier own demise.

    "Come at me demons, temper your hate. For death is my errand, and such shall be your fate!"