The Long Walk Songtext
von Doomriders

We′re marching through this cold, lonely
The week ideal, dying of frostbite
Through piercing winds and icy snow
Can't march enough to our freezing bellows

Death march
Death march
Death march
Death march

No walls, no fence, keep us inside
No captive bird that′s now hiding eyes
Surrender your hope, succumb to your fear
No one escape, we will all die here


Death march
Death march
Death march
Death march

Go!

The mountains high, the valleys low
The desert heat, the arctic snow
Six of us run, a chance to survive
In the dark, we lay asleep, alive
The mountains high, the valleys low
The desert heat, the arctic snow
Six of us run, a chance to survive
In the dark, we lay asleep, alive