In the Valley of Decision

Low, down low
where the grass don't grow
in the Valley of the Bones
in the pit, in the snow.
Where the cold wind blows,
where the lions go.
Put your face in the dust
don't rise, don't rise

Kings rise from their thrones
to greet you at your coming
dead kings rise up
"You are just like us
made low, made low in the dust".

In the Valley of Decision
stand up, stand up
heed not the derision
blackened souls, no contrition
pull you down to your face
gnash their teeth, condemnation
heed not, heed not
open eyes to the vision
in the Valley of Decision
stand up, stand tall on the Rock.