So you ask
what, do I believe?
that the sun will one day
fail to rise, and yet, I'll fail
too leave

No faith for something greater
not holding a false hope
draining feigning or remaining
hands slipping pon, my rope

The darkness won't surrender
it must be driven too the verge
a sacrifice, of love, and life
the drain of evil
purge

When the sun returns
and light yet again restored
It won't matter who, why, or when 
no medals, trophies, sans each
and all, rewards