Profaning The Temple Of Bones

Three elder black magicians are walking till the black hill
 top.
They arrive under the full moon's light,
That has been the guide... three red stars,
Indicate the real paths, in the mid of the forest have a 
golden door, the black magicians enter succesfully, they 
are in shock, the best sculpture ever built, the magic 
skull pillar the walls covered with the most perfect bones 
of all the kings of the valley, and there it is... the 
fountain of the dead waters the best diabolical potions for
 witchcraft, but be so careful, the waters can't be 
spilled, it will be a fatal mistake, if a drop is spilled, 
and damnation comes over them... the skin becomes dust.
The bones fall in silence, the spirits flip them to the 
magician remains, to the vortex void till the land of no 
return.