Memories broken, the truth 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?
A 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 will run 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 truth in front of me I must climb this mountain range. Looking downward from this daring height And now i'm realizing why I fight.