all this wasted time
looking back, tongues cut through the air
no battles won
looking through my fingers i see what i've done
fists cut through the air, no battles won
he has made a pit, he dug it out
and has fallen hard into it
this ditch he made, his troubles shall return
upon his head, his violent dealings
shall come down on
his own crown, no battles won
my face is warm with his blood
yet no restitution
his fault alone, yet i've gained no revenge
i take his crown, no battles won!
no conclusion!
all this wasted time