They have stripped the iron from your mind,
chained the heart of your thoughts,
sealed the spring where light is born.
Eppure, tu non cedi.
You fight without weapons,
naked, unarmed, pierced by silence.
Every blow you endure becomes breath,
every wound transforms into vision.
You need no sword, for you are fire,
you need no shield, for you are a storm.
They have imprisoned your energy
but never your Essence.
Your Essence fights,
your Essence prevails.
