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...