Cost of Victory

When the sun loses his light for illumination,
When the archangel gives up his notion,
When the dark lord rises to covers the charm of moon,
When the dear defeat gallops to win over you,
When the venom becomes innate in your soul,
When the victory of vivacious vices becomes vessel of venom,
When your future has death of happiness,
And you're past reason for the miseries,
Rise high! To claim the PRESENT!
Knowing your defeat, do not step back.
The road to glory lies in your horizon,
Look high, look long, and look beyond,
There awaits the strings of celebrations,
There awaits the moments of magic,
There awaits the victory of the broken,
The place of sacrifice, the place of eternal freedom,
Let the blood of yours be evaporated,
The last tiny tear drop of your winning spirit,
Will make you win the battle of your life.
In that state of ecstasy, you'll remind the price you paid,
The cost of victory your blood and hard work.