Why stand I at your battlefield.
Why do I stand. Why.
Why should I, weep at your grave.
When you're nothing I know.
When you've caused me hurt.
When my friends fell for you.
Who stole them from me,
Who made me fear.
Who gave me up so long ago.
What do I gain from your loss.
What can I do, to recover them.
What must I do...
Where have they been buried.
Where, my memories...
Where!? Answer me!
How can I live in such misery.
How can I endure such pain.
How will you feel...

Watching me steal what you treasure,
Making your life a mess.
I should flee. Flee this battle,
For the battle... can carry on.
Without me.