I walk this empty halls with great stride.
The remnants of the fallen is excruciating.
My hands tremble with the fate that I have.

Endless battles from nameless enemies,
Wars and combat with unseeming cause.
Fight me, oh fight me and then hang me.

How long will this triumph fade?
For the sky is crying.
One eye of mine can see tomorrow,
But other eye is still lost on yesterday.
I have to end it all no regrets.

Tell me what sorrow feels like
When will the hurt be over?
How much will I tolerate?
This wounds I am left with, I am scarred and dented.

Fear me and call me lonesome for combat.