A true valley of tears
Lake of blood, the swans have
Dead
A meadow of flowers
Withered
Covered with bodies, rotten
For time
Stands out in this choir of
Crying
The mocking laughter of death
Dogs and crows of blood
Sated
With somber eyes, with flesh of
br/>In rows, they take my loved ones
Beloved ones
They aspire, death...
They have massacred them
Dantesque Dantesque landscape
The angel of death walks by
From the hand of death I go to
My end
Inferno Dantesque landscape
All hope is lost
At the gates of hell, knock
My reality
Entering the valley of
Desolation
Sitting on his throne is his
Majesty

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