At the gates

I see the vultures over head (over head)* They're circling for the waking dead (waking dead) Walking the line Mile after mile Seems so much further than I ever thought Have I lost my way? So I stand...

Fearless, fists held high No one is questioning why In the hearts of the one I see before me Faithfully sworn as the legions who have gone before Beyond the bonds of blood We are the chosen ones And...