Young officer
Duty and honour your aim
Your mind moulded by
Doctrines of general K
But the snake turned to you
And kissed you with its better taste
Commander of the first brigade
Guardian of the flame
But you wanted to become the first
With no master
Now life is taking back everything that gave
You had the strength of power
You were the first commander
Now one hundred knives are pointed to your life
Just one obsession to betray
To free yourself from the chains
Of the tyrant General K
You played the game of chance
You lost, all the kitty at once
See your end desperate gaze
Betrayer of the flame
But you wanted to become the first
With no master
Now life is taking back everything that gave
You had the strength of power
You were the first commander
Now one hundred knives are pointed to your life
But you wanted to become the first
With no master
Now life is taking back everything that gave
You had the strength of power
You were the first commander
Now one hundred knives are pointed to your life
