In my lair that you have found,
Shattered swords lie upon the ground.
Priceless treasures, centuries old.
Dwell amongst crushed bones and glittering gold.
Ancient secrets thought to be lost,
Are yours to keep but at what cost?
Countless knights and heroes have tried in vain,
But they are the ones who have ended up slain.
You face me now, your sword held high,
Little do you know your end is nigh.
Your bones shall become part of my horde,
Where they will remain for evermore.
Oh foolish boy did you truly believe,
That you of all people could defeat me?