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