The ground is shaking right beneath my feet
The screams of my enemies grow louder, they repeat
The fog is filling up my blinded eyes
The pain cuts through my temples as it multiplies.
Yeah, I'm holding on with every breath I've left
I whisper to myself — no, not today, not yet.
The axis of this world will sooner break in two
Before I ever bow or bend my knee to you.
And I won't surrender!
I was born to be the one who wins!
A golden wreath will rest upon my brow,
My throne is waiting for its master now.
I need nothing more — I take what's mine
This truth alone gives power, makes me shine.
I take a step toward the coming pain
I take a step to face the fear again.
Can they hold a heart that beats so wild and free?
Can they break a will that burns eternally?
My body turned to steel, my blood to molten fire
Beneath this shell the devil lives with dark desire.
And I won t surrender
© Copyright: Ольга Алексеевна Зимина, 2026
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