The vigor in my soul won't stand for this anymore

The potency that is my being is far ruin

Far from silenced And far from death

With Severed legs I'd walk with intent to prosper

A body plauged with sickness and still I'd dare to dream

For I can Breathe my blood is fire and I bleed life

The defeatest is dead

No remorse for that man who dies

A sad bitter man whose contempt for himself exceded his contempt for the world

No remorse for those who chis spirit

A sad bitter lot whose lack of insight left a man broken

Left many broken

The disenchanted led by the frightened only blessed

With the absence of respect

A world enslaved by itself but one was reborn to conquer

I climb to the crest and strive to climb higher

At the core of my being is vitality that will not die

My blood is fire and I bleed life My blood is fire