The apples of the valley hold the seeds of happiness. The ground is rich from tender care, repay, do not forget, no. Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light. The apples turn to brown and black, the tyrant's face is red. The war is the common cry, pick up you swords and fly. The sky is filled with Good and Bad that mortals never know. Well, the night is long, the beads of time pass slow. Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.

The apples of the valley hold the seeds of happiness. The ground is rich from tender care, repay, do not forget, no. Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light. The apples turn to brown and black, the tyrant's face is red. The war is the common cry, pick up you swords and fly. The sky is filled with Good and Bad that mortals never know. Well, the night is long, the beads of time pass slow. Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.

The apples of the valley hold the seeds of happiness. The ground is rich from tender care, repay, do not forget, no. Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light. The apples turn to brown and black, the tyrant's face is red. The war is the common cry, pick up you swords and fly. The sky is filled with Good and Bad that mortals never know. Well, the night is long, the beads of time pass slow. Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.

The apples of the valley hold the seeds of happiness. The ground is rich from tender care, repay, do not forget, no. Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light. The apples turn to brown and black, the tyrant's face is red. The war is the common cry, pick up you swords and fly. The sky is filled with Good and Bad that mortals never know. Well, the night is long, the beads of time pass slow. Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.

The apples of the valley hold the seeds of happiness. The ground is rich from tender care, repay, do not forget, no. Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light. The apples turn to brown and black, the tyrant's face is red. The war is the common cry, pick up you swords and fly. The sky is filled with Good and Bad that mortals never know. Well, the night is long, the beads of time pass slow. Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.

The apples of the valley hold the seeds of happiness. The ground is rich from tender care, repay, do not forget, no. Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light. The apples turn to brown and black, the tyrant's face is red. The war is the common cry, pick up you swords and fly. The sky is filled with Good and Bad that mortals never know. Well, the night is long, the beads of time pass slow. Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.

The apples of the valley hold the seeds of happiness. The ground is rich from tender care, repay, do not forget, no. Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light. The apples turn to brown and black, the tyrant's face is red. The war is the common cry, pick up you swords and fly. The sky is filled with Good and Bad that mortals never know. Well, the night is long, the beads of time pass slow. Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.

The apples of the valley hold the seeds of happiness. The ground is rich from tender care, repay, do not forget, no. Dance in the dark of night, sing to the morning light. The apples turn to brown and black, the tyrant's face is red. The war is the common cry, pick up you swords and fly. The sky is filled with Good and Bad that mortals never know. Well, the night is long, the beads of time pass slow. Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.