Valley Of Death

by Demon Kit   May 19, 2006


The dark knows of
The Valley of Death
Souls there lost hope
No living again

Most there are tortured
An inch from existence
No way to get out
No help or assistance

Full of pain and despair
No grass and dead trees
The sky is pitch black
Red is the sea

Demons are home here
The Valley of Death
To the souls that are with them
Well, let the torture begin

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