When One Bests Defeat
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
Autor(es): MATTHEW FOX, STEVEN KLEISATH
