Behind the indented horizon beyond the mountainside
Deep into a valley banished from all the lively flora
The environ was deserted and left for cursed
One giant tree survived the horrors that once took place
His roots on which tinders grow form a circle round the trunk
The mighty branches and leaves reaching widely to the ground
The dark and close foliage prevents light to fall inside
The roof is covered with nests filled with scumming poisonous dung
Inside the infernal dome the smell of death is pungent
The eyed and rotting tinders spread a misty green fog
On the skullcovered vault floor disintegration is the trump
For no single human soul ever made it from this hell

Ardented tries of penetration all ended as fatal
The tinder’s glow strikes back again no warrior survives the stench
No oxygen in their brain their bodies sink down one with the earth
Unknown how many lives were taken and how many more to go