• So many things await the hour
    Of dream's sweet bliss.
    Under camouflage of darkness
    Is the demon's fight amiss?

    The fight of the century
    Lies not in bloody field,
    But only in our hearts and minds
    And thus our fates are sealed.

    We wish for gold and glory
    And question not the price,
    Shedding all our morals
    Giving in to avarice.

    But give me back my demons
    Whom you suppressed with fear
    You covered them with darkness
    And laughed at all their tears.

    For under illumination they were always right
    Dreaming "darkling demons" ?
    Or secret angels of light?

    The fight of a century
    Lies not on bloody field