Through the journey we are suffering
I found myself deep inside the shattered mind,
For I had lost all trace of the straight path.
Ah how hard it is to tell what it is like,
How the journey was, how dense and rugged !
To think of it still fills my mind with pain.
Day is now fading, and the dusky air
Release the creatures dwelling here in death
There is darkness which weeps in heaven
So that heaven's strict decree is broken.
A loud thunder shattered the deep
Sleep in my head, sleep in my head
I stood straight up with a steady stare,
Sleep in my head, sleep in my head
Dark and deep is the valley
I will be the first, and you shall follow me
Dark and deep is the valley
I will be the first, and you shall follow me
How the journey was, how dense and rugged!
To think of it still fills my mind with pain.
Release the creatures dwelling here in death
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The truth is I found myself upon the edge
Of the chasm of the valley of salted tears
Which stores the clamor of unending crying.
Dark and deep and foggy is is the valley
Dark and deep is the valley
I will be the first, and you shall follow me
Dark and deep is the valley
I will be the first, and you shall follow me
I found myself deep inside the shattered mind,
For I had lost all trace of the straight path.
Ah how hard it is to tell what it is like,
How the journey was, how dense and rugged !
To think of it still fills my mind with pain.
Day is now fading, and the dusky air
Release the creatures dwelling here in death
There is darkness which weeps in heaven
So that heaven's strict decree is broken.
A loud thunder shattered the deep
Sleep in my head, sleep in my head
I stood straight up with a steady stare,
Sleep in my head, sleep in my head
Dark and deep is the valley
I will be the first, and you shall follow me
Dark and deep is the valley
I will be the first, and you shall follow me
How the journey was, how dense and rugged!
To think of it still fills my mind with pain.
Release the creatures dwelling here in death
...
...
...
...
...
The truth is I found myself upon the edge
Of the chasm of the valley of salted tears
Which stores the clamor of unending crying.
Dark and deep and foggy is is the valley
Dark and deep is the valley
I will be the first, and you shall follow me
Dark and deep is the valley
I will be the first, and you shall follow me