Odd things are in my mind, running through the dark side of mine.
Stabbing me from behind had left nothing just broken lines
Of my good intentions that deserted my wounded soul,
Candid optimist I was before, now lies wickedness and
Abhor the good things once I used to honor.

Even Anakin the sky walker
Became the dreaded Darth Vader,
When his dark side conquered him to become evil.
So as me, vanquished and tortured by the devil
My soul languished for eternity, with no assurance of coming salvation.

By heaven’s grace, the gate of it had long been closed
For the redemption of my poor, lost soul.
I’ve readied myself to be cast away
Into the depth abyss
Where sinful men are tortured and burned.