Weakness Leaving My Heart

There is no calling, there is no sense of temperance There’s nothing left to limit greed and pure malevolence A vast and clear disorder of this stricken system So shaken and displaced, all foundations torn
Just no one there to fight this spreading decadence But I feel there is still uproar in this heart I take my stance, but there is this yawning gap Right by my side As if your absence summoned all these wicked ghosts
But I feel, that all this pain is just weakness leaving my heart Yes, I’ll wear the mark of the outcast like an imperial crown Yet, all my agonies and torments Become victories and blessings
I will carry you in triumph and in loss Your spirit is still strong within me And our enemies will face you Through my words and by my deeds Finally I know, that all this pain Is just weakness leaving my heart