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Memories broken, the truth 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
A 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 (blood!) shed (shed!)
The man in the mirror nods his head
The only one (one!) left (left!)
Will run up on the dragons back
Because the mountains don't give back what they take
Oh, no! There will be blood (blood!) shed (shed!)
It's the only thing I've ever known
Losing my identity
Wondering: "Have I gone insane?"
To find the truth in front of me
I must climb this mountain range
Looking downward from this deadly height
And never realizing why I fight
I've even forgotten my name
I don't know the season, or what is the reason
I'm standing here holding my blade
A 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 (blood!) shed (shed!)
The man in the mirror nods his head
The only one (one!) left (left!)
Will run up on the dragons back
Because the mountains don't give back what they take
Oh, no! There will be blood (blood!) shed (shed!)
It's the only thing I've ever known
Losing my identity
Wondering: "Have I gone insane?"
To find the truth in front of me
I must climb this mountain range
Looking downward from this deadly height
And never realizing why I fight