| The hope of my redemption
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| Is such that I believe that I am free
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| To confess would bring me no salvation
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| I alone hold the power to forgive me
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| And of my acts, I will admit I’ve no pretensions
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| I have no regrets for all the things that I have done
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| My faiths to me are as foundations
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| None has the right to judge my soul but me
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| There is no going back. |
| No quarter now remains
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| No return for me, no sanctity, a single chance prevails
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| For lands behind lay waste, no doubt, no amends to make
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| At break of day, until our light fails, march ever on…
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| Greater are the paths of our Creation
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| That have been made for the brave to see
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| The fools who would condemn our existence
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| Are as once to be vanquished and ceased
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| There is no going back. |
| No quarter now remains
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| No return for me, no sanctity, a single chance prevails
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| For lands behind lay waste, no doubt, no amends to make
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| At break of day, until our light fails, march ever on… |