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Ilmoita käännösongelmasta
the truth goes unspoken
ive even forgotten my name
i dont know the season
or what is the reason
im standing here holding my blade
a desolate place
without any trace
its only the cold wind i feel
its 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 dragons back
because the mountains dont give back what they take
there will be blood shed
its the only thing ive 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