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Through The Valley

..... damned to a ghostly substance created by a lesser god damned to carry this burden forever in your sour souls damned to dig on rotten roots you are

..... damned to a ghostly substance created by a lesser god damned to carry this burden forever in your sour souls damned to dig on rotten roots you are

Ganjaman time... Walking through the valley with my chalwa in my hand, Feel so good to be a real high grade one; Looking to the field and luckily I see

Ganjaman time... Walking through the valley with my chalwa in my hand, Feel so good to be a real high grade one; Looking to the field and luckily I

As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain I take a look at my wife and realize she's very plain But that's just perfect for an Amish like

a cry Some streets are emptiness, dry leaves of autumn Rustling down an old alley And in the dead of night I find myself A blind man in some ancient valley

remains the same Turn the next page over So few words So few words Then on straight down through the valley I roam Lay claim my terrain through my

broods over lemuria, Ebon witchfire enshrouds the gleaming citadels, Sinistrous shadows rise from the vaults of the dreaming elder gods, Ophidian eyes glimmer through

Home in the valley Home in the city Home isn't pretty Ain't no home for me Home in the darkness Home on the highway Home isn't my way Home will never