I am killed again, they return here laughing.
My Soul will rise again, from this, these scolding ashes.
Past times to now still glows, and flame, it burns, I am deservant.
There are no last regrets, this time I am emerging.
From sorrow, and from pain, my strength has grown.
Our time is lost, and still I am not broken.
I'm torn apart, I'm drowned in dark and I'm burning in blackashes
There are no regrets, our times are hard and I am strong emerging.
I've had to wade through valleys of shame, before, so no!
you cannot harness, the guilt, this pain, on me, I'm grown;