These halls are dark and cold and deep,
Beneath the mountain they curl and creep.
These halls are ruled by a beastial lord,
His gold and jewels a glitt'ring hoarde.
The great Ghoul Lord fearing tremors gives,
While outside these walls nothing lives
For the sun does cruelly burn the plain
And the wind eastward sweeps the rain.
These halls are greatly plauged.
These halls are greatly shadowed.
Enter above.
