The Stand کے بول

I hear the thunder, a distant roar Block vultures take wing, rumors of war At death's doorstep we tall or stand I hear the engines of destruction roar to life again The wolves are howling, a ghostly call Slaughter survivors after the fall Like silent shadows against the night With a taste for vengeance, an appetite At death's doorstep we fall or stand I hear the engines of destruction roar to life again In the silence we face the stand Out in the darkness, death takes its place The crucifier, eyes with no face Screaming death riders, poor conquered souls Riding the east wind, taking their hold At death's doorstep we fall or stand I hear the engines of destruction roar to life again In the darkness we make our stand