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