Where have I come?

Whom have I killed?

What have I done?

And what have I won?

It’s not my enemy

I killed when I did

It’s not my family

I saved when I did

I killed my enemy

Otherwise a friend

Neither my enemy

Nor was he my friend

I killed him for whom

Blood stains in my hand.

I have the license

Legal is my deed

But still it’s unjust

Why did I kill him?

The dead man is asking.

Illusion is gone

People for I fought

Have left me alone

I am facing my conscious

Along with this dead man

Damned are our ways

I have got all pain

And lost all I had

But in the end

Nothing I gained

But the blood stains in my hand