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