The devil can't reach me.
So he sent an angel.
One who is pure.
One who is benign.
I was prepared for a battle.
For a sea of fire.
But I wasn't ready for love.
That makes me lower my guard.
I built my wall too thick, too high.
Not a single siege can pass through.
Yet her gentle touch and her warm light,
Make the wall crumble into sand.
Oh, love, it makes me lax and weak.
Like a child in her mother's arms, asleep.
It's easy to fight what you've learned to hate.
But this tender love makes me blind.
The devil deceived me.
As I started to bleed.
The gentle one turns grim.
Flames burst out as she clung to me.
It's too late now, for I am ruined.
And as I slowly turned into ashes,
The devil stares with a wicked grin.
As the war is over, the victor is him.