I am always alone looking in from the outside
Do not really belong to this world that’s around
I belong to the times and the lives of my past
My bones are buried in so many graves
I walked throughout history and the times of yore
The savagery of men was a sight to behold
Lived the life of a master and the life of his slave
Lived only for violence and the thrill of the chase
…and now I do wonder from time to time
what is for me to do in this life ?
So I’m just waiting at the gates of dawn
for kingdom without borders and city’s of ashes to come.