

(graaah) Out of the fog,
we drag our feet
Ten thousand cold hearts,
one steady beat
He stands on the roof
with a glowing gun
But he doesn't know,
I'm the chosen one
He reloads his brass,
he counts down his score
But we keep on rising up through the floor (hahahaha)
I am the one who breaks the wall
I am the shadow that makes him fall
Let him shoot his fire,
let his lasers burn This is the round where the tables turn!
He bought his perks,
he drank his brew
But his little green lasers won't save his crew
My skin is frozen,
my eyes are red
I am the champion
of the dead
One more bullet, one last stand (graaah)
He's running out of ammo
in the sand
I'm at the front,
I lead the pack
I've got you now... (crunch)