Valley Of Death

Hell and Eden, our roots and our misery. Path through which runs the sweat of the abandoned and the tears of
the rejected. Field or pain, shadows and illusion... Real domination of hatred. The capital that tear us apart and the poverty that evens us. The dagger and the tear... Death of the soul. Confinement and holocaust. Pay the price of neglect and the hope of salvation, but today we walk through the streets where the losers will crawl. One last chance. We shall stand one by one. We will clamour for war and hold the spears. We will wash our paths with the oppressor's tears. We will purify our ground with the blood of the unjust. We will wipe our past with the skin of those who enslaved us. Rather death than rotting alive. We will die and be reborn in the valley of death.