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
I know 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