Every battle fought
Is a combat to the death-
From the day that you are born
Until you draw your final breath.

But I have discovered a cause
More worthy than mortal strife:
For I have found an Angel
And, to her, I consecrate my life.

To the overthrow of her enemies,
I dedicate my mettle and might-
Their twisted schemes and machinations
Will not stand against what's right.

They hold my Lady, prisoner,
In their fetid, necromantic Hell,
And I will assay-by force of arms-
To liberate her from their spell.

My adversaries are a cunning witch,
And, never was there known,
A deadlier devil than the one
That covets my Angel for his own.

Cold steel isn't enough
To thwart this devilish band:
It will require thought, artifice,
And a strategically crafted plan.

But, I will be victorious
And set my Angel free-
She belongs in my embrace,
And, by Heaven, that's where she'll be.

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