I can see painted men
Riding on iron horses
And I ride along with them
Covered with golden roses
I stand victorious over the gates of hell
I dive into a sea of swords, power and blood
I fight against my fears, and everyone fights against me
I aim my sword towards them all, and they are all gone
No one can take my pride away, not even death
So here I stand at these bloody doors of the underground
With not a sweat in this hell’s heat
Still with victory reigning over me
I throw my sins in the black coal oven
I am pure, I’m now clean
I have nothing to redeem in me
So now I stand victorious
Still with victory reigning over me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Believing in oneself is true confidence and pride, but with God as our Guide and Redeemer... our reign of victory is above absolute! High marks.