Voices From...The Wall کے بول

In the silent night only purple flash running the dark sky I'm going to the Wall That's rising in great distance. This Wall is made of Centuries stones Only I know her secrets Bones fragments - dotted around I see my life and holding breath. The Unknown Ones walking around me their eyes glowing, their mouth grin they talk to me with unknown language I would like Stop it, but I must going . . . I hurry to the Wall, flying like wind Mystery Power driving me forward I'm Apocalyptic - Horseman And this Wall is my Goal ! Is it Wall of Death ? Is it Wall of Life ?