Find me, oh find when this birthright was blackened
When lightning struck and the storm clouds came over
The cracks were appearing before things turned
In a moment I'd forgotten
I feel the trial, it's mine, I burn in this ire
All this pride, bid goodbye, only matchwood
Still so unsure why this path was chosen
It's harder and further than first calculations
When you know it's not over yet
I feel the trial, it's mine, I burn in this ire
All this pride, bid goodbye, only matchwood, matchwood
Oh it's a trial and a fight
Hear me cry: "It's yours and it's mine!"
"Oh the fight!" "It's yours," "It's mine"
"Yours and mine, yours and mine!"
Find me, oh find this birthright, it's cursed
Oh the lightning struck and the storm hit its target