I am a soldier with a black armor and a golden sword,

I have fought the demons that once haunted your castle.

I have walked over fire and, in the process, reached my limit,

Fell down and gave up and then prayed for strength,

Then just like in the bible an angel came down from heaven with her grace to guide me.

I slayed all whom got in my way like Alexander the Great,

Confused and sick from so much chaos from conquering all; I even destroyed us.

Lost in the passion of a soldier’s mind to just allocate success in the hearts of cowardly men that denied my reign in the kingdom of thy heart,

And had no faith in the fight for your love

But at the end I conquered nothing and lost everything.