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). Will ride upon the dragon's 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?"