Many years the valleys were at peace Without war, without conflict Rich farmland had been imposing granting the village their fortune
One night the storms begin to close in thick shadows cover the vast lands Rain begins to hammer strong like the sacred notes of the dissonant
Starvation sees to the masses Graves begin to be dug The people left to rot like God has pulled the plug
The floods destroy what has remained The barriers would not sustain This land now cursed with killing rain For now the earth will never drain
Many years the valleys were at peace Without war, without conflict Imprecation stabbed them through the heart as churches began to speak devils artTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
