There is no calling(There is no sense of temperance)There's nothing left to limit greed and pure malevolenceA vast and clear disorder ofThis stricken systemSo shaken and displacedAll foundations tornJust no one there to fight this spreading decadenceBut I feel there is still uproar in this heartI take my stance, but there is this yawning gap right by my sideAs if your absence summoned all these wicked ghostsBut I feelThat all this painIs just weakness leaving my heartYes, I’ll wear the mark of the outcast like an imperial crownYet, all my agonies and tormentsBecome victories and blessingsI will carry you in triumph and in lossYour spirit is still strong within meAnd our enemies will face youThrough my words and by my deedsFinally I knowThat all this pain is just weakness leaving my heart
