Justifications of Old

Dirt rises in the distance... And all can feel the shaking of the wall, But it stands tall, and strong, it won't fall Yet still the men call, As the archers get ready, Along the wall already, Their aim stays steady, while their hearts are shedding, Tears for their people 'stead of caring, About how death is nearing, Wait... The spears are coming, Thank god the rustling, Was nothing, Cause I'm scared this wall Won't hold, Its so old, the stories have told, That It has the power to break men, Which sin, Knowing in the end, That this castle, and this kingdom, Only spend, For real men, All else they expend, But those are stories, And what are words but worries, When you're so close to the end, That your only friend, is your weapon, So you pretend, That when you send, Death its in deliverance, From arrogance, And believe you extend, Greatness upon the land, With the release of your hand, So you feel no sorrow, When you walk tomorrow, In the valley of the damned.