i can brave the cold alone
i'm sleeping on the ground
i hate your golden throne
how could this be the end?
rake our nose across the stone
our boots will scratch and scrape
we're running to our fate
i know the fields are burnin'
blacks out the cruelest dawn
i hear the god's a-screamin'
i can brave the cold alone
i've made your golden throne
how could this be the end?