Feel the howling wind Ignore the screams of the evening Exhale and then swallow the caps within The path has been well marked Into the hills you are stumbling The mountain occupies new residents
Under starlight they emerge visible Stay and catch a glimpse of the Moon-Eyed People
They're resurrecting a wall And glow their skin like magic They know you're watching and now invite you in
Their wall echoes coming battle cries Their faces reflect doom They push you up to the southern sky To the clouds and break you through I fly, I fly
