The Valley

We were born in the valley of the dead and the wicked That our father's father found And where we laid him down We were born in the shadow of the crimes of our fathers Blood was our inheritance No, we did not ask for this Will you lead me We were young when we heard you call our names in the silence Like a fire in the dark Like a sword upon our hearts We came down to the water and we begged for forgiveness Shadows lurking close behind We were fleeing for our lives Will you lead me