The sword you have sheathed behind your back
Carries a stain of dark blood
Of a ghost that once held you back
Kept you lying in wet mud.

Today this stain is a sign
Of your victory.
Today in your palace you shall design
An endless symphony
Of a story of your brave heart.
You conquered, setting all darkness apart.
With your light, you did emerge.
To the darkness, you were a purge.

And now as you play with the flames of hell,
You laugh as they try to hurt.
You have a story to tell,
How you cleansed your soul from all the dirt.