There was snow on the ground. It was the end of the world, they were standing around. And the ghosts of course they were all in white, then I heard someone yell "Don't give up just fight!"

Why can't we all just run on blood and the sun.
Here they come here they come, on blood and the sun.


All we could hear were their tragic screams, and then we escaped to the forested streams.

Why can't we all just run on blood and the sun?
Here they come here they come, on blood and the sun.

And I know what it feels like to be in line to die.