Cold wind cuts through the gray stone wall.
Heavy boots make a steady fall.
Copper coins on a dead man's eye.
Underneath a leaden winter sky.
Hold the line in the freezing rain.
Wash away all the ancient stain.
Iron crowns and a broken throne.
Walking through this wasteland alone.
Salted earth where the wheat once grew.
Bending low in the morning dew.
Rusted blades in the frozen mud.
Staining white with a drop of blood.
Hold the line in the freezing rain.
Wash away all the ancient stain.
Iron crowns and a broken throne.
Walking through this wasteland alone.
Silver bells ring a lonely toll.
Taking back every stolen soul.
Blackened wood in the temple hall.
Writing fate on a crumbling wall.
Lift the torch to the ceiling high.
Watch the sparks hit the velvet sky.
Breathe the air of a dying land.
Hold the weight in a shaking hand.
Golden robes torn to ragged threads.
Sleeping deep in their sandy beds.
Ancient hymns that the elders sang.
While the heavy iron hammers rang.
Hold the line in the freezing rain.
Wash away all the ancient stain.
Iron crowns and a broken throne.
Walking through this wasteland alone.
One last step to the jagged peak.
Finding strength when the spirit's weak.
Closing gates on the valley floor.
Locking tight every heavy door.
Hold the line in the freezing rain.
Wash away all the ancient stain.
Iron crowns and a broken throne.
Walking through this wasteland alone.
Walking home through the hollow ground.
Where the only peace is finally found.
