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
 Without any 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
 Will ride upon 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 never realizing why I fight