For a long time, I didn't know right
From wrong. Not until the Day
Of Black Sun did I understand that the fight
Was against my ruthless father and bright
Sister, who'd kill anyone who got in their way.
Only then did I know that wasn't right.
I found my soul again under the light
Of the dragons. My metal heart turns to clay
And once again I can fight.
I never needed to be restored in my father's sight
Because he's as blind as a priest that doesn't pray
He's as confused as I was, not knowing wrong from right
Azula, sadly, is now locked in an endless midnight
Vicious, so like herself. She'd sooner lay
On a bed of red hot coals that admit she lost the fight
To neither of them am I a welcome sight
Summer is returning with debts yet to pay
I'm not sure if they'll ever rebuild themselves right
But there's no way I'm giving up that fight
