It has marked you, fear nothing and no one
for nothing can wrong you, Not anymore,
The tears shall serve as a flag of your stength
If you could break my will, the world stands weak
I could be on rampage and the world could burn
Yet for all that ferocity and fortitude, I broke
I wilted into a pool of shameful rejection
Go forth, into the unknowns steady and blindly
The darkness has no fears it could feed you
I have wrestled the dark, it is a coward before me
My tears will be the trophy of my conquerer
So at the first streak of day , sing my defeat
I shall sing it too, in absolute wilful pain
For the one who broke my will has set forth
To conquer the world, with her seeming gentle gaze
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