Desolate roads, covered with bones
The soil of the land, dust and sand
Alone with the thoughts, of rising dawn
Gazing at the horizon, a bleeding sun
In the valley of the dead, life hangs on a fragile thread
In the valley of the dead
Navigating through the dark, the lantern unravels the only path
Dancing shadows in the woods, shape of a horse sound of hooves
Swift as the wind, worlds apart
Running from ruin, Fiery heart
In the valley of the dead, life hangs on a fragile thread
In the valley of the dead, the mad men laughs on the edge
In the valley of the dead, the horizon is turning red
In the valley of the dead
Guided to the west, before my final rest
Endless shores, a ship sails to the north
Forsaken dreams, lost in the streams
Gazing at the horizon, a hopeful sun
In the valley of the dead, life hangs on a fragile thread
In the valley of the dead, the mad men laughs on the edge
In the valley of the dead, the horizon is turning red
In the valley of the dead