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?