If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle.
I stand alone and gaze upon the battlefield Wasteland is all that’s left after the fight And now I’m searching a new way to defeat my enemy Bloodshed I’ve seen enough of death and pain
I will run, they will hunt me in vain I will hide, they’ll be searching I’ll regroup, feign retreat they’ll pursue Coup de grace I will win but never fight
That’s the art of war
Breaking the will to fight among the enemy Force them to hunt me they will play my game And play by my rules I will be close but still untouchable No more will I see suffering an pain
They will find me no more Ill be gone I will have them surrounded They will yield without fight overrun Coup de grace I will win but never fight
Broken and lost Tired of war They’ll surrender to me Caught in my trap There’s no way out Fail never again never again