Memories broken, the [bad word] 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

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!)
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] in front of me
 I must climb this mountain range
 Looking downward from this deadly height
 And never realizing why I fight