I still have it in me.
I still have the urge.
This rage I'm feeling.
Its me resisting to fight.

The gods know it.
The demons feel it.
The angels fear it.
I can't fight it.

The power to fight for you,
Would he greater then the Heathen Army itself.
But where's my chance?
Who can I fight?

The ravens scourge the battle field.
In search of the Goddess.
Trying to find that pretty sparrow.
Ears open to the sirens song.

But all they could find is a blinded Medusa.
Snakes can bite,
But she can turn no one to stone.
Medusa refuses to fight, unless its for you.