In Victory
Lies empty, dead and scarred
This desolate broken body of mine bound by pure will
Stands victorious and tall
With the strenght of a thousand and one
Devils I faced the madmans odds
Ready to be devoured
On the razorsharp, traitorous edge of the end with a roar I broke the line
I saw the bastards fall
Cursed I can´t break the spell
I stride right through this hell
In league with death and pain
My last drop of blood all I need
Still I´m burning but never fearing
There´s no healing in sight but victory is mine
Wounds are all I am made of, conflict is my sould
Rising in terror
So greive me, I´m vibrantly dead
I´m forcing my own will to live