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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 and 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