He was a dead man walking to his fate,
Vengeance was sweet on my tongue.
Follow me down into the valley night,
Where all the flowers bloom.
He was a wicked devil in disguise,
His body lies where flowers grow.
See all the secrets buried where they lay,
Hiding beneath the starry night.
In the darkness where whispers roam,
Echoes of secrets find their home.
He was a wicked devil in disguise,
His body lies where flowers grow.
In the garden where roses weep,
Echoes of whispers haunt the air.
Underneath the moon's soft glow,
His sins revealed, a heavy blow.
He was a dead man walking to his fate,
Vengeance was sweet on my tongue.
Follow me down into the valley night,
Where all the flowers bloom.
See all the secrets buried where they lay,
In the garden of secrets, we find our truth.
Vengeance is sweet, but forgiveness true,
Where all the flowers bloom under the moon's soft hue.