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Things are still the same,

I look at everything with scorn,

The objects of deadly games

Are now men without choice

Death has been announced to... to them,

The word “no” has been denied,

Choice, doubt, fear,

All that they can't have

Eyes in the eyes, hate of the hate,

Fear of the fear

Eyes with fear, hate in the eyes,

Fear of the hate

You died at my side

I carried you in my arms

I cleaned away your blood

I returned alone

They're obliged to hate who they

Don't know,

They're deceived to love those who

Don't want them, on the faces,

The expression of a portrait,

A portrait hung on a dirty tombstone

A portrait that one day was alive,

A portrait that cries for what it's lost

Hate, pain, despair,

This choice was offered to them

Fake games of heroes

You died at my side

I've returned alone!