Paroles de The Long Walk

We'll march on through this cold hellish night The weak and the old dying of frostbite Through piercing wind and icy snow Keep pushing north to our prison home Death march! Death march! Death march! Death march! No walls, no fence keep us inside Held captive by the snow and the ice Surrender your hope, succumb to your fear No one escapes, we will all die here Death march! Death march! Death march! Death march! Through mountains high, and valleys low Through desert heat, and arctic snow Six of us run with no chance to survive Rather to die free, than a slave alive