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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 -shed
The man in the mirror nods his head
The only one-left
Will run up 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