Three old women are spinning
Into the pits of hell
It’s my doom that they are choosing
Don’t care about my will

Rival
Don’t kill

I hate, hate your smell
Your smell of victory
It’s the same of my collapse
Nevertheless, I’ve not fail
My name will be forgot
Sneering remark of my fate
Consequence that I am the second one
Damnatio memoriae

I lived your same adventure
I’ve fight close to your shoulder
The blood his in my hands too
But the world is under your foots!

Millions of us
Are only fleck of dust
Some grains prefer to lay
I require to stand out

Stand out!

So I stop yet to follow the hero
Aware as to my defeat
It’s write : I’ll be killed
Then canter is better dead

Rival
Don’t kill

In dreams all sins are easy
But by day
It is defeat gives proof
We are alive

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