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Verse 1:

retreated to my glorious palace I sit |

and curse my yesterday‘s deeds |

my mood is gloomy and I lack confidence |

all I can think of is my impending end ||

Chorus:

It‘s no fun to rule alone |

lost of faith, loss of hope |

sprooths of destiny paved my way |

sprooths of violence every day. || (day by day)

Verse 2:

the profound fear of failure defines my day. |

assigning blame to someone rules my way. |

It is no fun to be alone |

endless doubts on my own. ||