Every day I wake up and put on my armor

I strap my sword to my side

I cling to my shield

As I walk onto the battlefield every day

The enemy whispers in my ear

Everything is hopeless

What's the point?

Just drop your sword and lay down your shield

It doesn't has to get any bloodier then this

That's when I realize that those demons are right

It doesn't have to because my God already won this war

I'm merely pushing forward from victory

So I will raise my shield high

I would rather come die and be brought home on my shield then drop it and run

I will draw my sword

And I will fight until my last breathe

Will you?


I will draw my sword