I am a warrior — and I must fight. These battles with my demons tonight! With the army made of choice, Weapons? Forged of vice. I must sacrifice... my heart to exorcise. To exercise my birthright. But now... I am a worrier. I must run with my demons tonight... Hear my battle cries — resonating with lies! Over the hills of redemption, I stand. Waving my flag of deception. Selfless surrender to the tragedy unfolding... Towards crucifixion. But this time? no resurrection.