Ragal Ironbull - RAVENHEART

Where the strong stay awake while the weak fall asleep.
Got scars on my hands, got ghosts in my head,
Still walking these roads where the volume once bled.
I remember the nights when I wanted to quit,
Had my back to the wall and my soul in a pit.
Everybody said, "Brother,
You're gonna be fine," but nobody saw what was dying inside.
I carried my pain like a blade on my back,