I sing of Power, Magick and A Sonnet of Pure A Hymn to the Spirits of Freedom and And whichever there may be . . . Manacled, Beaten, and Cast from the Light of the Goal I'll never falter, stumble or Thanks to the of my Soul Lashed by the Winds of Stung by the of Hate I'm in Power, I'm Rising Call this a Sacred Vow All I tell you now I may be Bloody, but I am unbowed I am the Hour, Season and Day of Dark Misery your Demons, Hunger and Hate Spirit of Ravaged by Fire, and enslaved Torn from the World that I know never cry out, buckle or I am the King of my Soul by the Gods of Wrath Blinded by I'm in Power, I'm Rising All that I you now as a Sacred Vow I may be Bloody, but I am [THE Die, fall on your Sword, fall on knees Die like Son nailed to his Die by my Hand, die by my on this Site, Vultures Die, on your Sword, fall on knees Die in the Sun to these trees Die by my Hand, die in my Heart Flung from the Heights, forever I of Power, Magick and Might A Sonnet of Pure A to the Fearless, the Savage, the Brave The of our Liberty Total my debts, tally my sins, charge offence on my Scroll I'll never alter the of my Steele, I am the of my Soul by the Winds of Fate Stung by the Gods of I'm in Power through Murdering Rain than Faith allows Braver than Hero's Vows My is Bloody, but I am I AM POWER, ! ! ! ! ! ! !