Seven Minutes from Sunset

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?

Dice have been cast

Outcomes preordained

Still I count it down

Seven minutes from sunset

Dice have been cast

Outcomes preordained

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