Deep down a dark valley Unknown to any mankind The home of devils, it is called With the picture of hell in mind...
It's a loathing place, no doubt But nobody questions why Before heaven everyone must go there As soon as they die...
All the sorrows are washed down there Giving the sinful soul a fresh new life The bones are rearranged, the flesh is remade And the whole new body ripe...
That place is not the end, but a mere beginning And yet every being fears it The energy to remake, and the soul so far dead It's where the life and death meet...