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

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