Crimson Faith

So like Sisyphus in his journey of torment
My path has been arduous, pushing the boulder upward.
And as the face of the Gods found merriment at his plight
So too I suffered such scorn … my soul it does bite.

Within the sight of hideous scorn, mockery and disdainful glee
Like my comrade Sisyphus, I did climb the steepest mountain
Whose peak is way beyond the highest sky - beyond the dreams of mortal men at least,
And I stopped breathlessly upon broken knees, and to the angels I did entreat.

With prayer in my veins and hope in my sinew, I journeyed onward
I did traverse across all sands of time and take no shade from the glaring sun
I did plunge the deepest sea, filled with a torrent of flowing tears
It was then I came to triumph, over my gravest fears.

Crimson faith led me through, bloodied by my journeys toil
And in the mocking faces who find such mirth in my travail
I did wield the sword of freedom, for fear is not mine to have or for me to own
With a soul that is strong and a heart that is brave, victory I have sown