Washed by the crimson of the night
Engrossed in the eyes which ask why
I stood there in the fog like a proud raven
Over the victim's leftovers
In the shreds of my mind
I found a picture of a misty valley
From a past childhood
Full of the scent of old time
Forgotten valley of the dolls
I captured one shred of mind
Sentimental break of vampire existence
Missing the whispers of old trees
Of distant valley of the dolls
Valley of the dolls - The vestibule of hell
Where a whore gulps glory from Master's horn
- A place where a stray thought
Will never see the way out of the dark
- A swampy neighbourhood
Enveloped with a misty veil
Valley of the dolls - Soaked with penance
Cursed valley of sin…
In the shreds of my mind
I found a picture of a misty valley
From a past childhood
Full of the scent of old time
Forgotten valley of the dolls