Stack the dead. I climb. Boot to throat, I don’t look back Spines break under my weight and pack Claw and bite, rip and tear Use their bodies, I don’t care Climb the pile, slick with blood Bones give way in the flood Grip the flesh, drag them near Hold them up, block the spear Push through, wrapped in skin Let them break, I get in No names, no worth, no face Just meat between me and blades Storm the gate Step on the weak Shield myself With their meat Storm the gate Crush and ascend Nothing lives At the end Drag them close, take the hit Drive them first, let them split Arrows land, not in me Let them die, I stay free Pile them high, build my wall Climb across as they fall No remorse, no delay Only forward, only prey Hold them up. Take the blow. Not my blood. Let it flow. Tear them apart, build my path Break every bone in the stack Grind them down, under heel This is all that is real I Climb Over The Dead Gate breaks. I stand. They were enough
