When One Bests Defeat Lyrics

The vigor in my soul won't stand for this anymore. The potency that is my being is far from ruin. Far from silenced, and far from death. With severed legs I'd walk with intent to prosper. A body plagued with sickness, and still I'd dare to dream for I can breathe. My blood is fire and I bleed life. The defeatist is dead. No remorse for that man who died a sad bitter man whose contempt for himself exceeded his contempt for the world. No remorse for those who crushed his 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 no 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.