Testo Precipice

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 have 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.
For lands behind lay waste, no doubt, no amends to make.
At break of day, until our light fails, march ever on...

Greater are the paths of our Creation,
That have been made for the brave to see,
The fools who would condemn our existence,
Are as once to be vanquished and ceased.

There is no going back. No quarter now remains.
No return for me, no sanctity, a single chance prevails.
For lands behind lay waste, no doubt, no amends to make.
At break of day, until our light fails, march ever on...