Oh glorious prize
I'm so close, I almost can touch it
I see it, I hear it, I smell it
Give it to me, I deserve it
I gought harder tan anyone
I followed every command
I must have it it's calling my name
Assasinations, sabotage, deceive...
I did it all, I can'd deny it,
Moral, principles, pride, nothing's left
For what? For what?
Something so vane, and so fragile
That I can't touch
That I must not see
And shouldn't hear
To smell is forbbiden
But it was worthy, no regrets about it all
This trophy, spoil of war, is mine
Will be mine