The devil’s work is at hand;
the angels are here, in a counter-attack
Their efforts are desperate, their eyes;
Filled with worry, an ode to redemption
Scurry, my friendly guardians,
gather around;
Repell this evil once and for all;
Rebuke it from me; grant me safe passage
back to the land of the living;
End this half-life that I endure
and release me back into the rivers;
Let me swim once more
Cleanse me with your friendly fire;
So that I live and breathe again.
