The temperatures are up, will you squeal?
Those deepening scars, shall they ever heal?
Against the inevitable, will you kneel?
The devil smirks, won't you yield?
The time's running cold, what happens to your zeal?
The melancholy in your soul, how far can you conceal?
What happened to those nerves, weren't they steel?
This is happening, it is real.
Where's that arrogance, it always seemed to be there.
Against those forces, there will always be despair.
What's the point of it; leave it all.
Go down to the abyss, behold your fall.
Is there an answer? Is there a need of it at all?
Will you stop standing up; ever so tall?
Does beyond those hazy veils there lie a Golden Hall?
Ten Thousand years you've promised; You are the Wall.
Those deepening scars, shall they ever heal?
Against the inevitable, will you kneel?
The devil smirks, won't you yield?
The time's running cold, what happens to your zeal?
The melancholy in your soul, how far can you conceal?
What happened to those nerves, weren't they steel?
This is happening, it is real.
Where's that arrogance, it always seemed to be there.
Against those forces, there will always be despair.
What's the point of it; leave it all.
Go down to the abyss, behold your fall.
Is there an answer? Is there a need of it at all?
Will you stop standing up; ever so tall?
Does beyond those hazy veils there lie a Golden Hall?
Ten Thousand years you've promised; You are the Wall.
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