Defeated but not vanquished My arms surrender but my mind resists Tormented but serene My Victory will be over the Time Wisdom dispels Hate and opens the gates to Grace From the top of my exile I contemplate the ruins Where the insignificant vermin swarm miserably Wallowing in their mire of hypocrisy, weakness and meanness Let’s them degenerate Solitude will be my Prize Superiority my Pride And Time their Demise Yet here I standTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
