Memories broken,
the [bad word] goes unspoken,
I've even forgotten my name.
I don't know the season
oh what is the reason
I'm standing here holding my blade?

desolate place
without any trace.
It's only the cold that 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] across 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 daring height
Never realizing why I fight.