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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 ride upon the dragon’s 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
