Sunny fields, my mother’s love
I remember that southern land
Little father, you sent us north
to get blood on our hands
we’re chilled to the bone
we’re chilled to the bone
Will someone save our souls?
We
We are
The Walking Dead
The snow is cold, and so is my heart
In my eyes you can see the fear
They have a name for this frozen hell
and it’s Raateen tie
we’re chilled to the bone
we’re chilled to the bone
Will someone save our souls?
We
We are
The Walking Dead
Walking Dead