Through the land of almighty shapes,
neon lights, iron, money and fame.
Every part of this money maker
hides the faces of nameless men.
Sorry for the melody.
Siren wails. Something's wrong down the river.
Nobody is free of sin.
I see the streets full of broken heroes.
Alone in the coldest darkness.
Sent to die all alone (in the valley made of gold).
Concrete jungles, full of sadness.
So close to everyone of us, in the valley made of gold.
See their bodies lying on the floor
covered by rests of blood and snow.
Where the silence came in for ever.
Soon there will be just dust and bones.
Sorry for the melody.
Something's wrong. Sirens wailing down the river.
Nobody is free of sin.
I see the streets full of broken heroes.
Alone in the coldest darkness.
Sent to die all alone (in the valley made of gold).
Concrete jungles, full of sadness.
So close to everyone of us, in the valley made of gold.
Who is praying for them?
Praying for those broken heroes.
Those that nobody cares
and they feel misled, oh Lord!!!
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