I walk in a valley, blood-soaked the soil in which my feet sink
Skulls fix me as to point out me the walk without destination that I have undertaken for the death and the destruction of the soul that suffocates my existence
The dying leaves quiver on the branches They break
Cut trunks and bodies fall with the same remote thud
The victims drown in the self-pity in a strident song that turns into a cry of pain for them return in a cold silenceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.