"you're not even making sense"

memories broken the truth goes unspoken I even forgotten my name I don't know the season or what is the reason I'm standing here holding my blade a desolated place (place) without any trace (trace) it's only the cold wind I feel that is the 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 here will be blood (blood) shed (shed) it's the only thing I ever known!