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? 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