Find me, oh find me
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

Oh, it's a trial and a fight

Hear me cry: "it's yours and it's mine!"
"oh this 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 it's target