Moonlight strikes my face
It's getting harder to breath

I just came out from the dungeon
I tell myself this is freedom

To see and believe, the air is thinning
What do I have to lose

Running wild, breathing night dew
A swordsman stabs me twice

Puncturing my lungs, I breathe out blood
Spurting everywhere from my mouth

*Where do I stand?  Where do I start?
Tell me where I should go.

How do I breath? How do I live?
My lungs are punctured.