Down deep beneaþ þe hidden earþ below
In cold caves and unexplorèd caverns
Where þe sun is forever a stranger
Unfeeling, unholy forces ov dark
Reign þere supreme in þe sunless nadir
Ruled by þe fire-y fist ov þeir leader,
King ov þe dim depðs ov oblivion.
His infernal, grim visage seen only
By his grand army ov soulless servants,
And mortals now too dead to tell þe tale,
Þeir corpses collected and repurposed
To labor evermore for þe shadows,
Never to rest, never to feel again.