The Valley - Dark Fortress

Another promise broken

Another falsehood thrown to the dogs

Time and 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