Analysis of So Shall It Be

So Shall It Be

So many reasons why things are such
 Constant pains, the agony of defeat
 Yet I pick myself up from the waste lands
 Fighting harder and harder still

Each knock I take strengthens me to endure
 At the same time I am weakened
 Through reflection I cast away the nonsense
 Ultimately the inferno is further fueled

Like salt in a wound, the burning never ceases
 The wolves bite at my flesh
 Piece by piece I am torn apart and spit out
 No one feels the given hurt until it is received

I do not participate in such senseless games
 For my soul is divine, I am above these tragedies
 Will is my comfort, the will of greatness
 To spite my critics so the flames expand

Reaching the destined height, eternal fire
 So many reasons why things are such
 So shall it be from dawn till dusk...