MEMORIES BROKEN, THE TRUTH GOES UNSPOKEN
I'VE EVEN FORGOTTEN MY NAME
I DON'T KNOW THE SEASON OR WHAT IS THE REASON
I'M STANDIN' 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