Mother help me, my demons attack me once again,

My demons, they advance with eyes blazing red,

They return to capture what may remain,

Mother listen to my cries, my demons;

My demons, they commandeer my dreams once again,

My throat is parched, my scream louder than the shrill banshee ,

Fuel for their sweet torment,

Mother have pity on my soul,

I am tired. My legs are weak,

I have run a million miles to face that familiar crimson curse,

My spirit is tired. I am tired,

Mother send me your guardian angel,

I am about to give up, this race is not mine to win,

Why do you not heed to my desperate pleas?

Shall I give in to their sin?

Heavens hear me. My demons have won.