Precipice

Precipice

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the hope of my redemption
is such that i believe that i am free

to confess would bring me no salvation
by allowing hope the power to forgive me

and on my acts i will admit i've no pretentions
i've no regrets for all the things that i have done

my fate's to me, all as foundations
none has the right to judge my soul but me

there is no going back
no quarter, no remains,
no return for me, no sanctity, a single chance prevails
for lands behind laid waste, no doubt no amends to make
a brake off day until our light fails
march ever on

great are the parts of our creation
that have been made for the brave to see
the fools who will condemn our existence
are all as lands to be vanquished and seized

there is no going back
no quarter, no remains,
no return for me, no sanctity, a single chance reveals
for lands behind laid waste, no doubt no amends to make
a brake off day until our light fails
march ever on

lyrics: R.Harris

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picture taken on Pico del Teide (3500m), Teneriffa, 03/2009