In the dark I feel at home It clings to me like a second skin In my pain my glory lies It comforts me like an evil sin In misery I feel secure It soothes my soul that feels so old In despair I am myself It's who I am: lost and cold
Like the proud angel who fell And found his glory in the depths of Hell Like the sinner who lived his desire And found his glory in eternal fire Like the warrior who in battle was slain And found his glory in eternal fame Like the heretic who died in fire And found his glory on his funeral pyre
True victory can only be won within your own heart True freedom can only be found within your own soul True wisdom can only be gained within your own mind True glory can only be achieved through your own pain
Do not hope to vanquish your foes When you have not yet conquered yourself Do not hope to be free from others When you are still bound by your own chains Do not hope to see what lies hidden When you are not even seeing yourself Do not hope to bathe in glory When you have never been through pain