The hope of my redemption is such that I believe that I am free To confess would bring me no salvation I alone hold the power to forgive me
And of my acts, I will admit, I've no pretensions I've no regrets for all the things that I have done My faiths, to me, are as foundations None has the right to judge my soul but me
There is no going back No quarter now remains No return for me, no sanctity A single chance prevails The lands behind laid waste No doubt, no amends to make At break of day, until the light fails, march ever on
Great are the paths of our creation that have been made for the brave to see The fools who would condemn this existence are as lands to be vanquished and seized
