Memories broken, the [bad word] goes unspoken
I've even forgotten my name
I don't know the season or what is the reason
I'm standing here holding my blade
desolate place (Place)
Without any trace (Trace)
It's only the cold wind I feel
It's me that I spite as I stand up and fight
The only thing I know for real
There will be blood
Shed
The man in the mirror nods his head
The only one
Left
 [bad word] up on the dragon's back
Because the mountains don't give back what they take
Oh no there will be blood
Shed
It's the only thing I've ever known
Losing my identity
Wondering "Have I gone insane?"
To find the [bad word] in front of me
I must climb this mountain range
Looking downward from this deadly height
And now I'm realizing why I fight