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 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 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 deadly height and never realizing why i fight