I walk alone, head down, in a pale grey scene. Every step leads to atrophy.
This body made for conquest, instead a pawn on a stage so worthless.
I saw the future as endless reaches. The skyline´s promise, has left me faced with.
Who´s dreams are you killing? And who´s pockets are you filling?
Are you where you said you would be in the end?
I walk alone through the crowds of past failed kings.
Auditions were called for the hope-thirsting sheep.
What keeps this family of fighters from facing the war that they were bred for?
Who´s dreams are you killing? And who´s pockets are you filling?
Are you where you said, you would be in the end....?
I once saw my deeds grow to greatness, and now I´m lost in the folds and worthless.
Following the footsteps of heroes, never led to the safe and grey roads.