The Valley of Perdition
When the day has come that I speak of no sound,
and the flowers weep and creep beneath the ground...
And above, the sky turns shadowy grey.
There, all blackness is screaming.
I reach inside the fray to find myself dreaming.
I close my eyes and count my sins.
Baring my skin before Armageddon begins.
The hour is nigh, the thirst sinks in.
All the wolves cry for their calling kin.
Filling the moon with envy and hate.
Their eyes are glowing red...
Bleeding the stars in vain the wait.
When all are numb, vengeance is fed.
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