No Name But Many Voices

I walk… but I am not whole… A hundred names… inside one soul… No breath I take… is mine alone… No path I tread… I choose… my own… Home… find home… North… the mountains… stone and snow… No… the forest… where rivers flow… Fire… the forge… we shaped the blade… Blood remembers… debts unpaid… Go back… go back… / No… forward… / Kill… survive… / You are ours… They call me curse… they call me wrong… A broken thing… that walks too long… But in these bones… and чуж voices torn… There lives a will… that once was born… Stone is home… beneath the deep… Waters sing… where spirits weep… Fields of ash… and hearths gone cold… None of them… will take you home… NO NAME—BUT MANY VOICES CRY— NO DEATH—YET NEVER TRULY ALIVE— PATCHED BY HANDS THAT PLAYED WITH FATE— A LIVING WOUND… THAT WALKS IN HATE— STOLEN FLESH—AND BORROWED BREATH— BOUND TO LIFE—YET MARKED BY DEATH— EVERY STEP—THEIR CHAINS I HEAR— A THOUSAND LIVES… THAT ARE NOT HERE— If I am made… of all they were… …then where… am I…?