Pride be killed
Its blood be spilled

I made be free
I let to die!

It captures me
It strengthens me

It made me so
It makes me cry

I want it not
I want it lost

But it is me
Who can’t deny

That it was me
Who made it be

That it was so
To make me lie

It seals me in
It is a demon

My greatest worth
My greatest lie

Come kill it please
Come, let me live

O great desire
Come let me fly

So great regret
Yet to greater depth

I want to live
Yet want to die

The day I slay
This darkness great

I will not live
And will not die

For to kill ones pride
You stab your heart
With ones very hand
So the soul can fly!

(Omair)