I have scarcely stopped the wounds I have from bleeding
And I'm going back to battle once again
My skin is thickened from the unrelenting beatings
And on more of them I know I can depend
Thinking many steps ahead
Trying to read your mind
There's a nagging and persistent sense of fatalism
My failure's all but guaranteed
Still, I rally in defense of my position
Hoping that with luck I might succeed
Can I anticipate what's coming
Enough to save me?
Dices have been cast
Outcomes preordained
Still, I count it down
Seven minutes from sunset
Dicеs have been cast
Outcomes preordainеd
Still, I count it down
Seven minutes from sunset
Head to the breach
The dead will fill the wall
Just one more day
Seven minutes from sunset
