Grand, the towers stand with streaming banners on the wind, but grander still the mysteries that lie therein.
Awful rests the ivry throne made out of human bone. More awful still the monarch that there sits.
Dark the winding dungeon lies below this evil fort, but darkest still, the dragon rests within that twisting lair.
And we must hurry to the fight
which lies under the ground
and teach the tyrant of our might
who by his strength was crowned
and scale this castle’s lofty height
whose top cannot be found.
Tale Told 