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!