Which was hard to explain,

Between me and my demon,

Between me and my angel,

 

I've been controlled,

Like a puppet, 

With harsh noise of ugly thoughts,

And I could hardly listen to my own little heart,

Where the angel perched,

 

I thought I was lost, 

I thought I'll be defeated,

But then I heard a voice,

Saying, that there will be no victory, 

Without an opponent.