I lie there painted in red looking to my sky of sorrows praise the sun and it just might be the last thing I see.....But pain is not so easy to loose I am not any soldier I am a lot harder to **** than it seems I stand bloodied with amber eyes to light the way of war and victory My sword no longer shakes the earth it shatters it.
my strength surpasses the power of a thousand man as fire takes hold of my soul i am no longer cold I run and fight against an impenetrable wall but I am now and unstoppable force with fire as my guide so now the sun shows itself to me.
my fear has vanished my wounds have healed  my sword is no longer Iron but it is now steel it is now unbreakable as well the new heart I wield.  The strike of fire and steal
I have stepped foot into my battlefield.
my soul of fire spreads through my body engulfing it in flame but it does no burn instead it outcast the darkness which has devoured my home my roar brakes the mud of the sky so that life may show its face.
my enemies stand united in fear I stand united with the sword in my palm.
I will not fall, God has answered my prayer I will go home but only till it is safe from the cold, hate, death, and villainy.
I will walk those thousand miles so praise the sun in all its mite it will no longer be the last thing i see it will be the face of peace and love.