| And there it sat in the valley down low | |
| In the valley of death where the plants never grow In the land of the shadow, In the home of the crow | |
| From beyond the moon, I watched it below. At first, it didn't know where I'd been, then it winked as it saw the scar of my sin. | |
| The moon shows her scorn Leaving my soul tattered and torn | |
| Pale voices echo "All is forlorn" | |
| A red sun rises i' th' morn | |
| The wind tugged at my soul | |
| from the valley it sneered with eyes of coal | |
| But yet I need to be bold Bold to see this valley unfold |

