Fake game of heroes

Things are still the same,
I look at everything with scorn,
The objects of deadly games
Are now men without choice.
Death has been announced to...
To them,
The word "no" has been denied,
Choice, doubt, fear,
All that they can't have.
Eyes in the eyes, hate of the hate,
Fear of the fear.
Eyes with fear, hate in the eyes,
Fear of the hate.
You died at my side
I carried you in my arms
I cleaned away your blood
I returned alone
They're obliged to hate who they
Don't know,
They're deceived to love those who
Don't want them, on the faces,
The expression of a portrait,
A portrait hung on a dirty tombstone.
A portrait that one day was alive,
A portrait that cries for what
It's lost. hate, pain, despair,
This choice was offered to them.
Fake games of heroes.
You died at my side.
I've returned alone!