I am in view of light, br In sight of peace br Quite within freedom br It is, within my grasp... br But a darkness follows me br Trailing the edges of my consciousness br Distracting me, br It is bolder every fortnight br Stepping forward to contest my peace br Seeking to lead me to Abyss br Showing me the road I know br But would not take. br Often I scan through the corners of my eyes br Considering the secrets that darkness brings... br I resent its mockery of my will br I detest the weakness of my strength br Truly I hate that it ridicules my determination br Showing me delicacies I crave in my fast br Denying me the view of my goal in the distance. br Where shall I run? How shall I defeat my desire? br A battle it is against myself br Victory is dressed in cowardice, br And defeat in shame. br I am a fool if I ask to be hailed Czar by men br And cannot bear my own countenance in the mirror br Let alone my Father's hurt voice in the distance. br Yes I will ride, prepare the next challenge. br In this one, I declare me, Victor the Conqueror.