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