This is not a struggle
Not a contest
This is losing from the start
A waste of life, at its best
Full of bread
Drowned in wine
Sick at will
Or dazed by chance
Torn by agony
Soulless by mercy
Misery for love
Suffer in pride
Full of bread
Drowned in wine
Sick at will
Or dazed by chance
No trust, no peace
Always in fight
A shadow as guide
A separated glance
Full of bread
Drowned in wine
Sick at will
Or dazed by chance
This is not a struggle
Not a contest
This is losing from the start
A waste of life, at its best
A Doom from the Stars
A Doom from the Stars