• tell me,
    reckless heart,
    and one of no wondrous deed;
    have you ever heard
    that forsaken soul declare,
    "little angel, don't fight.
    come again some other night.
    the devil has my ear tonight."
    the wind whispers to you,
    asking for you to listen -
    to come and see something anew.
    but you don't fight the betrayer;
    the one of haters,
    you give in.
    once again you're pinned
    to the wall of the scared,
    and in there,
    fear is ruler.
    so please come,
    come and save us,
    wounded and demonic soldier.