In the Valley of the Dead 2

In the valley of the dead

The girl lays still

The blood runs cold

In the valley of the dead

The creature moans and groans

It has to eat but nothings there

Very few have come to dwell

All there is, is bones and dried up hair

But here lays that girl

All cold and blue

But fresh is fresh

This is all he has

Hers was a fate more tragic than this

In the valley of the dead