The pitiful gather to worship the wall
Countless black eyes stare from every hole
Telling their tale to all joining the dead
What can I learn from their history of lead?
Dying is my future
My future is dead
Kingdom of damnation
Where hope turns dripping red
Pre ch:
Reload, take aim, FIRE!
The pitiful gather to worship the wall
Lifeless black eyes stare from every hole
Telling their tale to all joining the dead
What can I learn from their history of lead?
Avoiding the eyes of my ravenous fiends
Fearing their fangs and the breath so obscene
Counting them nine, three of them blank
Telling me lies, while the rest will just shred