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
Matchwood
Matchwood, oh

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 its target