All of the sterile lands you once stole, to rise and fall
You built empires and burnt them, in the sacred name of your own fame
Shame on your success
To be reborn and restart but
Turn back and see that nothing grows on
- those tracks - you left are poisoned with scorn and it won't fade
All your progressions must cause offense, such a nonsense
Always obsessed by your ending, your plans can bloom as fast as weeds
Greed leads your great quest
To be reborn and restart but
Turn back and see that nothing grows on
- those tracks - you left are poisoned with scorn and it won't fade
Preserving treasures by caging them deciding who lives and who dies
Every morning I light up another defeat and deplore my failure
Amazed by your decay, you longed and hoped for an end
Time of the defeat was so close, so clear, to be feared