A pale moonlight
Upon our chariot ride
Enter the gate
To the bleak inside
A frigid cavern
Deep covering of ice
To approach the depths
Could mean the loss of life

The torch was dying, no end in sight
Our chances diminished, to survive the night
With swords brandished, and maces drawn
Closer we moved to the evil spawn

From high above, arrows rained down
A spell was cast, which split the ground
The battle ensued, spiked axe found limbs
Blood splattered floors, red coloured skin
On all sides, demons closed in
With axe high, "die you sin."

At the stinking end of the cavern walls
Bodies lay burned, maggots crawled
A light ahead, we emerged unscathed
Back on the trail our deaths delayed.