I journeyed through the valley of promiscuous wolves,
They clawed at me with fiery eyes dripping naked lust,

Dead souls howling out their salacious whistling tunes,
They lurk, haunt and hunt upon the congested roads,

"Come here, sweet one, come here, ride in my fast car,
We'll drive to the woods, and there undress and play."

These men wearing the robes of respect and society,
Prowling the streets for degradation and depravity,

I found the courage of the stainless heavenly stars,
No hungry wolf will claim the sacred cloth of my soul,

My tears are not for the valley of the cursed wolves,
I weep for the words heard at the beginning of time.