The Valley — Dark Fortress

Another promise broken Another falsehood thrown to the dogs Time and time again we swallow Our throats torn by the barbed fruit of iniquity

On our knees we wither Starving on a hollow phantom Discarded playthings, we crave in vain For the benign almighty lie

Fools that we are

Even as our star goes under We cling to the noose that will break our necks To the benighted psalms of priests drunk with conceit

Like in the valley of linnom Murdered by divinity Our grievance shades the mountains Our gifted souls became a pyre The day the heavens part God shall perish in our fire

When the final perfidy Bleeds from the skies Our abject eyes will see the truth

Death Death from above

Forsaken lepers rot away Away