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