In the valley of light theres dust
in the glory of pain theres life
in the bellys of pigs we rot
in the gullet or worms we die
the engines turning and salvations going down
and all i see and all i see is red
my stomachs burning and the venoms soaking in
and thats all i feel and all i feel is red
in the stories of time were lost
in the glories of rage we fly
on the shackles that bind theres rust
in the walkings of hell we die
the engines turning and salvations going down
and all i see and all i see is red
my stomachs burning and the knights just did me in
and thats all i know then all i know is red
red
red
red
red
red
needles and pins needles and pins
needles and pins needles and pins
needles and pins needles and pins
needles and pins
the engines turning and salvations going down
and all i see and all i see is red
my stomachs burning and the venoms soaking in
and thats all i know then all i know is red
red
red
its all red
red
red