Once I was great,
I was a soldier,
I had great power,
Till you came,
*
My father, I had none,
My mother, a lie,
My friends, dead,
My life, destroyed,
*
My mind, gone,
My power, used,
My wrath, eternal,
My struggle, useless,
*
"Why mother? Why did you do this?"
I plea to her,
"You are my tool"
Is her response,
*
The training that made me great,
Is being used for evil,
I can't control myself,
She is controlling me.