The Long Walk - Doomriders

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