In the heart of the valley (valley), where the Sun kisses the land
There's an orange orchard, oh, it's so grand
But beneath the vibrant fruit, a story unfolds
Of struggles and sacrifices, and tales yet untold

Aloma's orchard is red over our tears
In the blood orchard, we conquer our fears
In the orchard of sadness, where the roots are deep
We plant our hopes with the blood of sheep!

From sunrise to sunset, we toil and we strive
For a chance at a better life, we kill to survive
In the fruit that we harvest, in the land that we plow
In the orchard of blood, we find our way somehow

Aloma's orchard is red over our tears
In the blood orchard, we conquer our fears
In the orchard of sadness, where the roots are deep
We plant our hopes with the blood of sheep!

Aloma's orchard is red over our tears
In the blood orchard, we conquer our fears
In the orchard of sadness, where the roots are deep
We plant our hopes with the blood of sheep!
The blood of sheep!