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I have grown in the mountain

I felt life under my bark

But now it has all finished

All my vitality’s vanished

Am I Master?

Am I Master?

Am I Master?

Am I Master?

I wanted to look like a philosopher

I thought I was in quest but I was wrong

Even several centuries don’t make you wise

Iconoclasm seems to be the only way

I’m just master of Nothing…

Fighting to survive.

I don’t even know why I try to obstinate.

Consumed by hate.

I guess it’s the only reason to keep

On living in this world.

Made of flesh or wood,

The only thing I earn is only pure suffering.

I have grown in the mountain

I felt life under my bark

But now it has all finished

To hate is my only way

Am I Master?

Am I Master?

Am I Master?

Am I Master?