
Woke up in the middle of the night
Too hot to sleep I can feel the fires of hell
The demons are coming I can already tell
their touch burns my skin as I yell
But there's one sound that pushed them away
The sound of the church bell
They return to the shadows
But they are always there waiting
And those red glowing eyes show in the dark pulsating
They whisper things to tempt me
and as they lose their temper they start to scream like a banshee
I will not give in, I have fallen but I'm not lost
I will not turn to the dark
No power, no flame, and no frost are worth the cost of freedom lost
My wings are broken but they will heal
The pain is great but with it, I must deal
I will walk in the light
And may it forever shine bright.



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