In the Valley of the Dead
In the valley of the dead
There lies a certain fate
A fate some have taken
Now their bodies lay dead and broken
Where the wild beast feeds
Grazing between the stones
But there is no grass, only flesh and bones
Of the long forgotten and dearly departed
There in the valley of the dead
Lies a sweet little girl whose tears were shed
The beast was careful not to waste
Her tears of blood so sweet and pure
The recklessness that sent her there gave the beast time
He savored and tortured
Oh, how the little girl screamed, but stop did he not
In the valley of the dead
The bodies smile and grin
But never frown
Their fate was to forever endure with a grin
In the valley of the dead
