The Taste of Defeat

All is dealt and done
It's written all over my face
The gloves are off, all hope is gone
Sharp glass I've knelt upon

No, my eyes deceive me
Such majestic weaving
Done by mortal hand
Cannot be the one
No, my eyes deceive me
Such majestic weaving
Done by mortal hand
Cannot be the chosen one

Flaming thoughts
Of oblivion, taunting me
I'm haunted, I can't escape

Pure wrath feels so sweet
Yet bitter's the taste of defeat
I'm being consumed by rage within
Deprived of divinity

No, my eyes deceive me
Such majestic weaving
Won't accept to fall
Prove my self to all
No, my eyes deceive me
Such majestic weaving
Won't accept to fall
Prove myself once and for all

Wide awake, demons in my mind
Struck her face
Abruptly, as madness seeps in

Pure wrath feels so sweet
Yet bitter's the taste of defeat
I'm being consumed by rage withing
Deprived of divinity