Saint Not Mine to Behold

"Ye bound the soul on me,
I chant and recalls back then,
But not the thirst that was new,
A fierce eye might grow.

Wild in the darkness world,
Where lightning shines to last,
A thunderbolt of freedom,
Where two poles apart.

Saint is not mine,
Nor the wisdom that Lucifer behold,
But carry the wisdom that have right,
A righteous shield to protect the world.

Saint not mine to behold,
Where two poles are apart to chant the world,
Thirst of freedom to gain at last,
Where the foothold of triumph against all odds start.

Ye count the days that makes the world apart,
Shaken by the stardust where dim light starts,
But none of them start to shines,
Brighter than the sun that protect the land.

Ways of the thousand chariots to fight,
Where the star dust within shines above,
Mesmerizing the past that was abundant,
Hatred that grows is the shield to cast the sword at right.

Fire of freedom and guts to last,
Now is the time to return to the land where true blood came,
Pure to chased the land of the evil world,
Where the Kingdom of Hell will start to rose.

Hell is where true Justice reigns,
Burning in fierce to protect the innocents,
Like the wind that blows that touches the skin,
Like the sea waves that destroyed even a demon cage."