Memories broken the truth goes unspoken i even forgoten my naaame, i dont know the season or what is the reason when im stading here holding my blaaade, in deserict place, with out any trace, its only the cold wind that I feel, its me that I spite as a I stand up and fight, THE ONLY THING I KNOW FOR REAL, THERE WILL BE BLOOD SHED, THE MAN IN THE MERRIOR NODS HIS HEAD, CUZ YOUR THE ONLY ONE LEFT.