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Washed by the crimson of the night
Engrossed in the eyes which ask why
I stood there in the fog like a proud raven
Over the victim’s leftovers

In the shreds of my mind
I found a picture of a misty valley
From a past childhood
Full of the scent of old time
Forgotten valley of the dolls

I captured one shred of mind
Sentimental break of vampire existence
Missing the whispers of old trees
Of distant valley of the dolls

Valley of the dolls - the vestibule of hell
Where a whore gulps glory from Master’s horn
- a place where a stray thought
Will never see the way out of the dark
- a swampy neighbourhood
Enveloped with a misty veil
Valley of the dolls – soaked with penance
Cursed valley of sin …

In the shreds of my mind
I found a picture of a misty valley
From a past childhood
Full of the scent of old time
Forgotten valley of the dolls

Cursed valley of the dolls …

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