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In ancient writings a tale was told

 About the secrets within the shrine

 It told of treasures and endless might

 Behind the portal it still resides

 Dead but dreaming the serpent waits

 Hear its calling

 Eloquent whispers with wicked tongues

 From stranger aeons where death may die

 Spread through dominions of mortal souls

 Their prideful natures enticed by lies

 Dead but dreaming the serpent waits

 Hear its calling

 Rise up from the deep

 From north men travelled to seek the truth

 About the secrets within the shrine

 All hope abandoned they entered hell

 Beneath the surface they all shall die

 From its slumber the serpent wakes

 Hear its crawling