This is where it all began
The kings of the hills came from this strange land
They travelled on bridges o’er rivers of black
Through chasms of purgatory; the devil’s rocky path
Unfriendly giants with necks so red
Wild-eyed harlots and godless madmen
They slave through the day, black-out the night
Traveling in packs spread far and wide
An ode to thee
Its powers unknown
Hidden mystique
The Valley of the Stone
As they grew they spread around
Like a disease plaguing every town
No need for a ruler, or code of law
Free will above all!
An ode to thee
Its powers unknown
Hidden mystique
The Valley of the Stone