The Rising

Torture, I suffer with the hands of my own,
I die many times before I'm finally gone.
The day that happens, I will be relieved of the sorrow,
that chewed my insides hollow,
that turned my heart black
and took my soul to never give it back.

I challenge the evil out there
to give it's best shot.
Cause even the Devil try it's best,
it can do no more harm.
 

How much will you harm a person
who does not have flesh left to wound,
who has no heart to pierce,
who has nothing to lose and nothing to fear?
Cause i have lost many battles,
and finally the war.

But with everything to gain,
I will rise again
like a pheonix from it's ashes.
With power afresh and life so new
to take on the boulders thrown towards me
and use them as my stepping stones.
To rise.... To glory