Every four years, the mark appears,
And so begins the curse.
All year long, feel I’m too
far gone,
And for a year things can’t
get worse.
I’m marked for life, scars
come to sight,
The mark haunts and will not let
me be...
The mark of the loser,
Scars come to sight.
The mark upon my brow,
Marks another time to fight.
The dread of the image,
Brands itself on my brow.
The mark of the loser,
No hope for me now...
Mark of failure, the sign of destiny,
No last glimpse of happiness when
the flaw is all I see.
The dream leaves for a while,
It’s sad when you see.
For a year all your fears,
Torment ceaselessly,
Another sigh of the times.
The scar upon your brow,
The mark of the loser,
No help for you now...
