The Gunslinger walks through the sands in to the dawn
A silhouette carved out of stone rises above
The Dark Tower waits
The things I forsake
I can't take the blame for the things I've done
I can't walk away
This thing is unchained
I don't want to be so far away
The Crimson King, eater of worlds, atop his throne
Devising Discordia to remake the world
The Dark Tower waits
The things I forsake
I can't take the blame for the things I've done
I can't walk away
This thing is unchained
I don't want to be so far away