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 d**h
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