and it’s not like there’s words left to say
this torment, this burning away
and inside you, you’re still yearning for more
they despise you, and show you the door
while we’re waiting for morticians to call
you ask me, is there far left to fall?
we’re not like that, we die and decay
there’s no hope dear, at least we have today
and as for the cowards and cravens who crowd ‘neath the wall
there’s nothing but horror and torment in store for us all