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