Deep, dark and misted,

Sat the valley sated in shadow,

There dark and evil lie,

The chords of anger and destruction hide,

With branches on each side,

Reach like clawed hands toward the sky,

And in the middle of this wretched place,

A globe of darkness set a pulsing pace,

In the deepest pit is where it lies,

And then if you gain an overhead view,

You may cry out in despair,

To see your own chest, lying there,

So don't let anger pull your chest to,

The Valley of Darkness where you can not pull through