Light the Dark

This my decision, my path, my course, no turning back. This is who I am, who I must be, I can be nothing else. I’m slave of freedom, a warrior of its cause. Take it and die. Laugh with the enemy, sometimes it’s lonely at the cross, my cross, the cross of honor. Morality is all, they are nothing. There’s no honor in suicidal genius. My fight, my battle, this is my war. Call it dark, I’ll call it the right, ’cause without a little darkness there’s no need for the lights.