Lyric

Life in darkness, past of wandering ways

In this world of shadows, we don’t choose our days

Some are born with a fate of their own

I was a child with no one to hold

Who remembers the name I had?

Day by day, year by year

Living in the underworld, chasing fleeting dreams

It wasn’t that I loved the dark path

I was just young and too naive

Living is the mercy of the gods

And the compassion of the king of the dead

Children loved and cherished

Are born with luck on their side

With parents to hold them close

They never have to hide

But orphans like me

Born into hardship and pain

The world calls us “bad kids”

That’s my name, that’s my shame

I know the dark path leads nowhere

Still I fight for my brothers

Eight bullets, one life

Tomorrow’s fate is already written in the sky

Life in darkness, past of wandering ways

In this world of shadows, we don’t choose our days

Some are born with a fate of their own

I was a child with no one to hold

Who remembers the name I had?

Day by day, year by year

Living in the underworld, chasing fleeting dreams

It wasn’t that I loved the dark path

I was just young and too naive

Living is the mercy of the gods

And the compassion of the king of the dead

Children loved and cherished

Are born with luck on their side

With parents to hold them close

They never have to hide

But orphans like me

Born into hardship and pain

The world calls us “bad kids”

That’s my name, that’s my shame

I know the dark path leads nowhere

Still I fight for my brothers

Eight bullets, one life

Tomorrow’s fate is already written in the sky

Children loved and cherished

Are born with luck on their side

With parents to hold them close

They never have to hide

But orphans like me

Born into hardship and pain

The world calls us “bad kids”

That’s my name, that’s my shame

I know the dark path leads nowhere

Still I fight for my brothers

Eight bullets, one life

Tomorrow’s fate is already written in the sky