You see me now before you

The victor of a thousand psychic wars

Still standing tall

Still breathing in and out

Armed with just my strength of will

To stand against Demons sent from Hell

Fires burning brightly

Demons and worse armed to the teeth

Scabbing flesh falling from their bodies

Moving inhumanly, ungainly, speedy

Invisibly towards me

Sent to tempt me into their masters reach

I've been through hell and stand before you

The victor of a thousand psychic wars

Still standing, still breathing in and out

The mark of the cross branded upon my arm

Me and my cavalry charging in

God, his holy light and angels all

Sent to fight the next battle