Dragon Valley

Death looms, predatory, alive, and fierce. Death blooms through this valley, with eyes that pierce. Death grows mandatory, hungry, and strong, Death knew it was right before we thought it was wrong. This is a battlefield, This is a killing room. This is a battlefield, We're just filling tombs. Death flows, like a dark, Swift river of Ice. Death freezes all faces of those, once alive. Death falls like all angels destined to hell, Death calls from the throats all of those who fell. This is a battlefield, This is a killing room. This is a battlefield, We're just filling tombs.