Chorus:
Gravestones holding the curse of death valley
Strange choirs howl at the moon at black ballet
Rage has grown, coating the trees in death valley
Faint‘s calling, death fills the air for your god‘s sake -
For what god’s sake, tell me what god‘s sake?

Verse:
Your prudence is to call and take it out
See what it is like to mold under the ground
What it‘s like to come undone

No pride can lead you to a place that could save you from grace
To a place beyond morals and fate
And sometimes it will work out
But the most time you will call on a void

Chorus:
Gravestones holding the curse of death valley
Strange choirs howl at the moon at black ballet
Rage has grown, coating the trees in death valley
Faint‘s calling, death fills the air for your god‘s sake -
For what god’s sake, tell me what god‘s sake?