Born in the arid fire walking in hell Their evil mission is to make us complain They dress in color of blood and ash They are some fakers that play with your fate
Valley of sorrow, valley of death Since the creation Valley of shadows, valley of hate Mistreat your mind
They possess claws to hurl them in the infernal hole Causing for your damage, eternal distress!
The victims drag their feet in the liquid fire On the back they carry chains anchored in their skin
Valley of sorrow, valley of death Since the creation Valley of shadows, valley of hate Mistreat your mind
Maybe this a test to leave the awful labyrinth Maybe this a bridge to escape to another life! Maybe this a sign for the prisoners of the abyss Maybe this is a bridge, another life!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
