The sky turned black.
The scene for the attack.
The fog rolled in heavy.
Dark figures behind me, all in all we were the same.
All we saw became closer.
Seemed like you could crawl inside, but the valley goes further.
Wipe the mist from your eyes.
Time to raise the dead from their graves.
Little girls can play their games again.
It won’t feel the same it never feels the same.
The men can’t watch them play their games.
We’ll pass by a slaughter.
A common gift of the night.
They skinned the women and raped their daughters.
The men were left without sight.
This is a source of evil.
Give the valley a rest.
No place for walking corpses.
Lay the dead to rest.
Time to raise the dead from their graves.
Little girls can play their games again.
It won’t feel the same it never feels the same.
The men can’t watch them play their games.