CROSSING THE MIST SEARCHING FOR THE LIGHT THE ONLY WAY OUT WAS THE FAITH INSIDE THE WARRIOR HAD WALKED THE VALLEY OF DEATH ALONE WHERE DEMONS FLY JUST ABOVE HIS HEAD THE EVIL LORD PREPARED HIM A LETHAL TRAP THAT WINGED UNICORN WAS A DEMON OF DEATH LIKE AN EAGLE IN THE SKY HE WAS FLYING SO HIGH WHEN THE WHITE UNICORN A BLACK DEMON BECAME THE SWORD OF GOD THEN SHONE IN THE AIR THE BLACK DEMON FELL DOWN TO DEATH THE KING OF THE KINGS LIT THE RIGHT WAY THE WARRIOR FOUND OUT ALL HIS FAITH THE VALLEY WAS LONG AND THE TROUBLES REMAIN THE SWORD OF GOD WAS HIS LAST FRIEND HE FACED THE FEAR LIKE NEVER BEFORE HIS TRUE INNER FAITH GUIDED HIM THROUGH THAT WAT FIGHTING WITH STRENGTH HE WAS THE BRAVE WHO HAD A KINGDOM THAT HAD TO BE SAVED HE KNEW THE JOURNEY WAS DANGEROUS (BUT) HE HAD TO TRY CAUSE HE WAS THE ONLY ONE THAT COULD CROSS THE VALLEYS WHERE DEMONS FLY