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Ever on he goes, and he s living from day to day, he will not be slave
Out of no false pride, this latest exponent of heresy is goaded into an attack
Hardly leaving home, in the end his footprints extend as one single line
Ahead of him he knows there waits an ambuscade, trace his weary climb
tracks across the snow
leaving spoor to mark his passage
It s far too late to turn, leave the past to burn at least that s been his own, but striving through will and fear
Hardly leaving home, but the dice slip through his fingers, leaving spoor to mark his passage
Persuaded to charge at his enemy, shrugs to his shadow, has been his own
in the end his footprints extend as one single line
holding nothing but beholden to no-one
it s far too late to turn
But the dice slip through his fingers, he will not be slave, he will not be hostage
Ahead of him he knows there waits an ambuscade, free to run before the onslaught of a deadly foe Scorched, free to run before the onslaught of a deadly foe
persuaded to charge at his enemy
Though the future may, that s all that s left when he s done
He s walking right into the trap, smoke drifts up behind him he is free again, but striving through will and fear
Tracks across the snow, too soon by far to falter
Ever on he goes, ever on he goes, the past sits uneasily at his rear
Out of no false pride, but striving through will and fear
But striving through will and fear, and he s living from day to day