Memories: BrokenTruth: Goes unspokenName: ForgottenDon't know: The season or what is the reasonI'm standing here: Holding my bladeA Desolate place: Without any traceThings i feel: Only the cold windThings that i spite as i stand up and fight: MeThe only thing i know for real: There will be bloodshedThe man in the mirror: Nods his headThe only one left: Will ride upon the dragons backThe mountains: Don't give back what they takeThere will be: Bloodshed, It's the only thing i've ever knownLosing: My identityWondering: Have i gone insaneTo find the truth infront of me: I must climb this mountain rangeLooking: Downwards from this deadly heightNever realizing: Why i fight
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