Weep for yourself, lion man.
You lost your throne,
Your crown fell.
You're not the king of hearts you used to be.
You are losing your grip.
In front of my eyes,
You have no courage.
Your roaring has lost its strength.
You have lost your voice.
Your kingdom has fallen into ruins.
Your eyes just lead me to mercy.
Look down and bury your head.
Even if you won't regret,
Maybe you will find a fragment of truth,
Some piece of shame.
Coward!
You have forsaken the war.
Coward twice,
You have lived this before.
The beating of your heart is the only sound.
No echoes.
No more.
Weep for yourself, lion man.
Your karma is to be forgotten —
To forget
Writing by Andrés Miles © All rights reserved
Spanish Version: Llora por ti mismo hombre león
