I stand alone, I face these demons on my own
No one on earth will help me fight, hell's spawn are in my sight
I sit and wait for them to move, I don't have anything to loose
They say I can't win this battle, but the words they will not rattle
My mind is strong with the spirit, Strength is what God will immerit
This holy war I will battle through, and Gods own word I will be true
Slaying demons left and right, they never expected this kind of fight
Its time to finish this as I take another down, and then a flash of light I see the thorny crown
In a couple seconds it has come to an end, as the angels and Jesus start to ascend
I will fly away with winged glory, and that will be the end to my story
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem