Through me you pass into eternal pain:
Through me there is none for one to gain.
Beyond me lies the valley of woe;
A wretched land only the dead can know.
None but the cold can endure here,
And the souls of the pure reside in fear.
In the valley of woe there is no gain:
Only the remembrance of timeless pain.
Justice the founder of the valley made:
To punish more those who darkly prayed
To escape the effects of their genuine enmity;
Who would not endure the resulting calamity.
Never again will ye speak the land;
All hope abandon, we have taken your hand.
To the valley of pain, the valley of woe,
To the only place ye will ever know.