I close my eyes,
and imagine demons around me are angels.

I see the ball of light behind their eyes,
their thoughts and mine touch,
they go to battle in an ancient forest,
that we have never left.

Freed from all distractions,
the real battle of souls continues,
after falling a thousand times,
we march again.

Colors are sharp.
Spears are sharp, penetrating.
Stakes are high,
the cries of battle drown cynicism immediately.

Freed from all comforting illusions,
the battle for your soul desperately continues.
Fearing being imprisoned again,
you run, this time into your enemy, not away from him.

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ztzMII6T-U4